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Oh, How Times Have Changed


I was in born in San Francisco five years after Free to Be You and Me was released, but even in an era of everything goes, there were still the age-old stereotypes of girls favoring pink and boys liking blue. When it comes to gender, I'm trying to raise my kids with a sense that anything goes. If my son runs down the hall in my high heels and a few purses slung on his arms, so be it. Or if my daughter brags that she is faster than a bunch of boys, I root her on. I made a conscious decision when I became a mom to proclaim, "You must be so proud of yourself!" as often as I say, "I'm so proud of you." And to state, "You will make someone happy someday," rather than assuming they will be with partners of the opposite sex. To see what happened,

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So the other day, I was awed when my lil guy wheeled in a stroller, shushing me because his baby was asleep, and my daughter followed carrying an identical doll. I asked if they were their kids. "No. He's a single dad and has twins so I'm his handy helper," my daughter said, before explaining that a handy helper is similar to a nanny, but dresses fancy. I asked her where the babies' mother was and she replied, "They are adopted." It's amazing to see how things change in what seems like a short amount of time. And, how much better the world is because of that.

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