Operation Manly Tutu
September 15th, 2014
If you’ve ever wondered what pure joy looks like, I can tell you. It’s an almost-four-year-old wearing his favorite tutu on his way to his first tap dance class.
Last Halloween, Buggie insisted on wearing sparkly fairy wings with his Buzz Lightyear costume. The innocent joy of it brought tears to my eyes because I feared it couldn’t last. Surely any minute, his peers would squash his love of glitter.
But a year later, he’s still my sweet Buggie, just a bit bigger now. After attending Miss Mouse’s dance recital in the spring, Buggie announced his intentions to also dance. He’s old enough now to join the classes offered at the rec center, so we signed him up.
Before his first class, I called the teacher to Talk About Gender. Well, not in so many words, but I did want to let her know that she’d have a boy in her class (the only boy in the entire program) and to enlist her help in preventing his fellow dancers from informing him that his gender made him ineligible for participation. Preschool girls can definitely do that – we’ve had the “being a boy/girl doesn’t mean you can/can’t do XYZ activity” talk already with Miss Mouse many times.
The night before his first class, I explained to Buggie that the dress code for him would be sweat pants and a white t-shirt.
“And my tutu!”
Um, sure..? I tucked the tutu into his bag, assuming that he probably wouldn’t want to put it on when the moment actually came.
Wrong. Oh so very wrong.
He insisted on getting changed at school so he could show his tutu to his friends, then twirled for the camera as I took a couple pictures to commemorate his first day. He marched proudly into class and never looked back.
Stay exactly the way you are, my love. Never change.