Today is the last day of school for my boys before they get a week off for half term. To mark the day, the school have said the kids can come in wearing their uniform with pink accessories, or dressed entirely in pink to raise money for Breast Cancer Awareness.
My youngest (aged 4) often copies his older brother, but aside from that he doesn’t have any strong opinions about pink. In contrast, my eldest (6) once told me that it was a school rule that pink was for girls and blue was for boys. I’ve no idea where he got this from, but he is resolute. We all have colours assigned to us based upon our gender. I’m not sure how this manifests in life, but in his mind it is an immovable fact.
Several of the boys at school opted out of joining in. They couldn’t face the thought of donning pink and having their masculinity challenged, others really went for it. I saw one boy running in wearing his sisters pink leggings, a pink t-shirt and an excited smile. Hopefully my little man (and a few others) will see that no boys were gender re-assigned by six hours in a fuchsia top, that they walked away, pride intact, having had a lovely day.
As for my two, I knocked these up last night and they both looked very handsome. In the end they seemed glad they’d joined in and so am I.




















