circle time! (and a letter to Rocket’s preschool class)

by Janelle Hanchett

Dear Preschoolers,

You all go to school with my son, Rocket. You may think it’s a little weird that I’m writing you this letter, but I gotta ask you for a favor…a big one…and I really mean it from the bottom of my heart…please stop fucking with my son because he likes cute, fluffy things.

Indeed he likes cute, fluffy things, including but not limited to puppies, kittens, bunnies, seals, tigers, bears and babies. Sometimes he plays with dolls. He doesn’t mind the occasional lavender accessory. This is who he is, children, and it would be great if you could please stop pointing out to him the pink ribbing on his favorite jacket, or the kitten on his new shirt, which he proudly chose himself. Please stop teasing. Stop taunting. Stop making him come home with his head hung low and his heart breaking and his whole young mind questioning his value as a person because he’s different from the other boys and the other boys and girls tease him for his love of cute, fluffy things…”mama, they didn’t think my seal was cute during show-and-tell. They didn’t. They said it was a girl toy.”

Now I know you didn’t all start out this way and I don’t hold it against you. I know you weren’t BORN with clearly articulated, archaic and false gender definitions, and I know that people you really love and respect are telling you that certain things are for boys and others are for girls, etc., and you are a little sponge, soaking these things up. And maybe you once tried to play with a certain toy and somebody said to you “that toy is for a GIRL! or BOY!” and you felt silly and wrong and ashamed. But let me be the first to tell you that whoever told you those things is a homophobe of limited mental capacity and most likely an indiscriminate asshole. Maybe you’ll discover that on your own when you’re about 16. Or you won’t, in which case you’ll perpetuate this crap in your own offspring.

Either way, please cut my son some slack. I mean, that stuffed white seal was DAMN CUTE. And you know it.

Can’t we all just get along?



For some reason, this is the song that comes to mind right now…guess because it’s a just song about being fucked with. And the way we just gotta move on…ya know?

14 Comments | Posted in Circle Time! | April 23, 2011
  • Erika

    I guess it’s too early in his life to take on the philosophy that has helped me hobble along when the shit-heads of the world make themselves known? “I’m fine; it’s the rest of y’all that are fucked up.”
    And really, it isn’t much of a crutch when it seems like the entire rest of the world is out to get you, and some of those elementary school kids are just hell-bent and determined to show what insensitive prigs they can be. I’d like to think that there is still some hope for children so young, but sometimes you really can point out the ones that are future homophobes, skinheads, and otherwise future inmates of the year.

    My best hopes for Rocket that he can stay strong enough to be himself through the troubled times of elementary school, middle school, and high school.

  • Mariah

  • Christina

    Like I told my son at 5-8 years of age after he asked me why everyone called him a baby for sucking his thumb, “If you are man enough to take the ridicule you receive at school then who am I to stop you. I whole heartedly support you in what ever you choose.” To this he shrugged his shoulders and said, “Good to know, Thanks.”

  • Rebekah C

    Wow, what a bunch of…anyway. Kids are so mean to each other. It’s a good thing Rocket has you. And I bet that little seal was precious. And I wanna see him in his kitty shirt.

  • Kristin S

    My family went to McD’s. I have two older boys and two younger boys. We ordered happy meals for the little guys and they came with “boy” toys. My youngest son was really upset that he didn’t get “the cute” toy…a cute lavender kitty cat sitting on a hill base with a flower sign. We immediately switched it to “the cute toy”. And he was happy. It didn’t mean girl or boy to him and nobody in the store, clerk or guest, said a thing. It was nice.

  • Kimberly

    I need names. Ass kicking will ensue.

    • renegademama

      I’ll send them to you in a private message. Hee hee. (evil cackle).

  • Deborah

    BRAVO to you! Your son is very fortunate to have a mommy who supports his love of cute, fluffy things. I get soooo damn tired of people and their stereotypes and it’s not just limited to love of fluffy things. It seems if you are a boy and not particularly interested in sports or excelling at math and science by the time you are a 1st grader (which my son is) there surely must be something wrong with you. What the hell is wrong with parents.

    • renegademama

      Thank you. I hadn’t thought about the science and math thing…though that’s very true. And the sports thing! Yeah! What a burden – those stereotypes – for both men and women. Thanks for commenting.

  • Clarice Hillebrand

    Tell Rocket that Trevor still has his stuffed, cute seal, only his is gray, and his name is Sealy Posturepedic.

    • renegademama

      I told Rocket this and he was DeLIGHTED. He simply adores Trevor. In fact the other day we were talking about how people always do annoying things (in the context of a teacher who irritated him) and he said “well, except Trevor. Trevor never does annoying things.” I couldn’t believe it…it was so sweet. I’m going to post that on Trevor’s Facebook…thanks for commenting on the blog…good to “see” you around here.

  • Stacey

    I used to work with preschoolers. I remember how upset some of the boys would get about us putting bows in the girls’ hair. So to make them happy, we’d put bows in their hair. This usually resulted in being raged at by an angry dad or two. People suck.

    • renegademama

      Oh wow. That is classic. The KID wants a bow and the psycho dad freaks out, hurting the kid’s feelings…AAGH> fuck people! Sadface.

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