Sunday, December 8, 2013

For every girl...


本当は強いのに、弱いふりをしないといけないことにうんざりしている女の子達がいれば、弱く感じているのに強がらないといけないことにうんざりしている男の子達もいる。

何でも知っていると常に期待されることを、重く感じている男の子達がいれば、知性がある事を認められないことが嫌になってる女の子達がいる。

感情的すぎると言われることに飽き飽きしている女の子達がいれば、気が優しくて泣き虫だと言われるのが怖い男の子達がいる。

競争する事が男らしさを証明する唯一のものだとされる男の子達がいれば、競争すると女らしくないと言われる女の子達がいる。

ままごとが嫌いな女の子達がいれば、ままごとがしたい男の子達がいる。

広告に性欲を刺激されないようにあくせくしている男の子達がいれば、広告業界によって自尊心を攻撃されている女の子達がいる。

解放に向けて一歩、行動を起こす女の子達がいれば、自由への道を、女の子よりは少しだけたやすく見つけ出す男の子達がいる。

Saturday, October 5, 2013

In the beginning

In the beginning, I was completely unsure of what the days ahead as a parent were going to be like. I had never really thought I was going to be a parent. I had never been able to imagine myself as a parent, and so I never allowed myself to approach those dreams of being a parent. When I finally agreed to become a parent, I was still unsure. I could not see the road ahead of me. It was a leap of faith. Aki wanted a child and wanted to be mother, and I thought that supporting her dream could only lead to good things. It wasn’t until after our daughter came that I slowly started to realize why I was so anxious about having a child. Granted, most new parents don’t have a very good idea of what they’re getting into when they decide to become parents. In my case, there were several more layers.

I had no idea what sort of questions I would start asking myself, and how my identity would start to crack, my identity that felt so solid and sure. Hadn’t I been through this before? I was worried about so many things. I worried that I wouldn’t be able to be a true parent to her because we weren’t blood-related. I worried that I would not be a mother or a father to her. I would be someone without a name, without a title. I worried about how visible we were going to be now in the world, and that I wouldn’t be able to protect her because I, myself, felt like a walking target half the time.

In those early days, I looked at her again and again, searching for some way that we might look alike. I looked at her and myself in the mirror or in photos, looking at her features and then mine, and being painfully reminded that no, we don’t look alike. We’re not related. All I knew and all I’d known up to that point in my life was that family meant being blood-related. And, that being blood-related meant that we loved each other. I was forging new ground. All I could do was have faith and put one step in front of the other, one diaper change in front of the next.

Eventually, I came to accept that we didn’t look related, but it didn’t happen overnight. It took a long time to chip away at this long held belief. But there were many more to chip away.



Monday, September 9, 2013

tootsie


Lately, it seems that the thing I identify most strongly with is being a parent. I didn't come into this role quite so easily though. Before tootsie arrived, I was filled with anxiety, having no clue what my days ahead as a parent would look like. And it has been quite the learning curve. One of the things that I was most anxious about in those early days was who I was going to become to this little being, a dad or a mom? I just couldn't imagine myself as a mom. I didn't feel like a mom. But at the time, I didn't feel so comfortable with dad either. My partner helped me come up with something that felt more comfortable, 'tata'. So that's what we've gone with. But, of course, one day, our daughter just started to call me 'daddy'. And it just felt right.