My five-year-old son, Leo, has golden curls that catch the light when he runs.
To me, they were the most perfect thing in the world. To my mother-in-law, Brenda, they were apparently a problem that needed solving.
Brenda has always had very firm ideas about how boys should look. She’d been making comments every time she saw Leo.
They were apparently a problem that needed solving.
She’d say mean things like:
“He looks like a little girl.”
“Boys shouldn’t have hair like that.”
My husband, Mark, shut it down every time.
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