They say when your kids are little, that the days are long but the years are short. I feel that deeply in my soul as I look to our girls. Wren has not long turned eight, Olympia five and Josie about to turn three. Our girls were growing up and my heart hurt a little each time they grew out of their shoes, or their clothes got a little short and needed replacing. Evidence that the growing was happening, even if I didn't want to admit it.
Wren was thriving at school, she had a good group of friends, Cameron still very much glued to her, their bond was strong and Wren was extremely protective of him.I had been up to the school twice when a comment that was unkind had been expressed at soccer practice. Wren had ended up in an altercation with the kid saying it. We have discussed many times how not everyone has kind things to say, and they should be reported to the teacher, not taken into her own hands. Luckily the school was a safe place in the most part, kids were kids, they didn't think anything of it, Cam had always been Cam, there had never been any huge change for anyone to observe... but we were so proud of them both. Wren for sticking up for what was right, and Cam for being brave enough to be whomever he wanted to be, in a world that said, be this or be that , he was allowed the room to say who he felt he wanted to be. He cut his hair as he wanted, he wore what he wanted, just like any other kid, he just asked for male pronouns... and what the hell is wrong with that?! There is no brainwashing here, nobody had ever confused him or made him feel a type of way, he just knew from an incredibly young age that inside he was a boy and not a girl. The hatred for his gender assigned at birth made him miserable, so miserable that he withdrew into himself and hated his clothes, his hair, his skin even, and he was four years old, four. Greer and Ria took him to a specialist in the city for advice, a child psychologist, because they had no idea what to do or how to help, they had figured it was just a phase for his age at first... but it was clear it wasn't pretty quickly. The sadness Greer saw in her child's eyes, it terrified her, he was depressed, her baby who had everything in the world going for him, and shouldn't feel anything but happiness. He shouldn't feel the weight of the world on him. So the day came, with advice from specialists, that they said "okay, let's just let Cameron tell us what would make him feel happy" and the thing he said stuck with them, a simple request for his happiness.
"Mommy I just want to look like me... boy Cameron" he said.
She teared up looking back into the eyes of her beautiful daughter, whom everyone had always said from the get go was "the most darling little girl they had ever seen" and she felt a pain in her throat like if she agreed, she would be saying goodbye, somehow, to the little girl she had given birth to, to the sweet and cute as a button Cameron, that sat in front of her with a hopeful smile.
"What does boy Cameron look like" she asked softly, trying not to cry.
"I need to cut my hair Mommy" he had said nervously, not knowing how she would feel about it.
She nods slowly "okay, we can do that"
That wouldn't be too bad, it was only hair... it could grow back.
"And I need new clothes... I hate mine" he added.
Greer nodded "okay" she agreed.
Clothes didn't matter... they were just clothes.
"And Mommy can you tell people I'm a boy...I don't like people thinking I'm a girl" he adds.
This was the thing that terrified her, if she went with that, than it went beyond the realms of their home. It went beyond clothes, and hair, it could affect Cameron later, if he then decided he was actually, a she, after all. The thoughts that whirled around her head of all the ifs and buts stopped her from answering.
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Teddy
Romance(Book 4) *complete* The first three: 1, Alberta 2, Willa and 3, Harper It's been three months that Harper and Teddy have been parted by a lie, a deception, and a lot can happen in three months, especially when you're heartbroken. What has Teddy been...
