Dear Children’s Authors,
I need to make a plea to you. I’m a mother of twins you see. One boy and one girl. Now, many parent’s have girls and boys, but not as often do they have them at the same time, at the same stages, and I tell you, it awards me an interesting perspective. Also, I’m a feminist. So I tend to seek equal opportunities and futures for my kids. Not the same, because they aren’t the same kid, but equal, you know?
So I’m here with kind of a weird plea. See, because of the circles I run in (parents, feminists) I’ve found a lot of really beautiful books for girls. Books about being who they are, and cherishing that. Books about how they can want anything for their future. Books about being any kind of girl they want to be.
Which is great. Yay? Definitely yay.
But hey, again this is kinda weird. My son, he needs these kinds of books, too. He needs books that celebrate whatever kind of boy he is, and that tell him his trajectory is his alone to decide.
And I tell you, as much as it is a man’s world, those books are hard to find. There’s plenty about being brave, and being rough. There’s plenty of books that celebrate being a knight. Or being an adventurer.
Few that celebrate being a father. Or being a chef. Or just being a good friend.
Write these books for me, children’s authors. Please. Neil Gaiman, you gave us a Blueberry Girl. I’d really love something for my Blueberry Boy, too. Jane Yolen, dream up nurturing stories for my son as well as my daughter.
All you writers, write. Remember that the little boys love cuddles and dreams as much as the little girls do. Be soft to my son, please. So when I lay my head down on his pillow next to him at night to read him a story to send him off to sleep, the stories I read him will make soar with feathered wings. Give my son softness.