Today my princess boy had a play date. They met at summer camp and after realizing they have a passion for fashion, their relationship was sealed. It’s been fascinating – hearing their banter … This looks good, that doesn’t, etc. His play date has an eye for male clothes, and my princess boy has it.
My Princess Boy(tm) is a nonfiction picture book about acceptance. It tells the tale of a 4-year-old boy who happily expresses his authentic self by enjoying “traditional girl” things like jewelry, sparkles or anything pink.
In Hawaii, My Princess Boy has been praised for being true to himself. I must admit, it’s been refreshing to have several people thanking me for allowing him to be him. He shared with a group at the beach, “I love it here! Boys and girls can wear hula skirts and flowers, and everyone smiles.”.
Who knew parenting could be both rewarding and exhausting at the exact same times? I love being a mom and I enjoy becoming a better person as I listen to my kids’ profound statements (out of the mouths of babes as they say), but at some point you realize that the entire parenting thing is.