Baby Changing Stations in the Men's Bathroom: Gender Stereotypes and the Sister-Brother Relationship
Snips and snails and puppy dog tails, that what little boys are made of. Sugar and spice and everything nice, that's what little girls are made of.
Nowadays, we do not find it very enlightened to pigeonhole boys and girls in such a manner. Yet despite society's ever-increasing openness to gender bending, many children still come to embody the stereotypes even in the absence of labels or coaching. I see it on a daily basis as the mother of one girl and one boy. My daughter and son also clearly notice the disconnects that sometimes occur because of their differing genders.
The other day, my daughter Grace was reading one of her chapter books to my son Michael. He was annoyed that it didn't have any pictures. She told him he simply had to see the pictures in his head, and then went on to read an excerpt where one character gives another some rocks as a gift. Like the little natural-born teacher and nurturer she is, Grace stopped and asked Michael, "Are you imagining what's going on right now?" Michael confidently nodded, and she said, "Tell me what pictures you are imagining in your head." Without skipping a beat, Michael answered, "Monster trucks pooping rocks and skulls out of their butts."
By many respects, and by no direct intention of my own, I am raising two very gender stereotypical children. My daughter is all about fashion, nail painting, secret password journals, stuffed animals with disturbingly large eyes, earrings, mothering her brother, pretending to be a pop star, telling me I'm so embarrassing, and having body image dilemmas. My son lives and breathes superheroes, Legos, destroying things, peeing anywhere but the toilet, making guttural noises that barely pass as speech, wrestling, wearing only his underwear, burping, farting, and then laughing at burping and farting. I'm fine with all of this. Well, maybe not the things that make our bathroom smell like a latrine at summer camp. But their stereotypical behaviors? It is who they are, and it makes our life together as a family what it is.
I do, however, sometimes lament that Grace does not know what it is like to have a sister, and Michael does not know life with a brother. I have always considered myself lucky to have one of each, and my relationships with each of my siblings are unique. Grace has never experienced the bond that can only materialize from putting your Barbies through endless wardrobe changes with your sister every Saturday morning. And Michael can not begin to imagine what it would be like to actually have a sibling who would take a karate kick as an invitation to play, instead of an excuse to exercise overly dramatic fake crying and tattle-telling skills. They rarely want to play the same things, and neither is typically gracious in "sucking it up" to indulge the other for the sake of playing together.
Still, there are times when you would never know that he is usually from Mars, and she is usually from Venus. For moments here and there, they compliment and complete each other. They act in ways that prove they really did grow in the same womb...
...Then Michael pipes up about something pooping out something else. And the moment quickly dissipates.
The relationships between sister and sister or brother and brother are celebrated in greeting cards, inspirational sayings, and other Hallmark-worthy moments. Yet I have loved watching the web that is continuously being spun between my children...a lone sister and brother. The silks create a pattern that is complicated and comical, natural and forced, beautiful and awkward. Some strands occasionally break, only to be re-spun with greater strength. At times the web is a neglected nuisance in a dark corner. Other times it glistens like a divine creation in the brightness of day.
Sure, they both have other allies...and enemies...aside from each other. But when the rest of life inevitably falls away, when friends are not around and my husband and I are firmly on the other side of the parent-child divide, they only have each other. Michael may not understand why Grace feels injustice in not being allowed to wear makeup. And Grace likely can not comprehend the anger and frustration Michael feels if his carefully positioned action figures are disturbed on his dresser. But hopefully, by not having any other choice, they will both learn to appreciate some things about the opposite sex through their relationship.
I hope having a brother teaches Grace that boys do cry. I hope she recognizes this not as a sign of weakness, but as proof that pain, grief, and sadness are common denominators among us. And boys are allowed to feel these feelings as deeply as girls.