Confession of a Oregon Liberal Loom/Lousy Dad Yuvi Zalkow : Why I finally let my 5 yr son buy a dress: Father comes to terms with his son’s true identity

Confession of a Oregon Liberal Loom/Lousy Dad Yuvi Zalkow : Why I finally let my 5 yr son buy a dress: Father comes to terms with his son’s true identity

Who the hell was I to tell him another way?’ he writes. ‘What is blamable here? This is being alive.’ Yuvi Zalkow (Horrible Father)

dressYou’re his Father! It’s you’re duty as a parent to set him straight despite how his son feels about it! It’s called being a parent instead of the child’s friend.

I’m sure many misguided and idealistic progressives might get misty eyed reading this account of a Dad who puts a dress on his little son. They might even call it courageous when in fact it’s pathetically sad. In my opinion, parents who do this are guilty of child abuse at worst and parental neglect in the least. I hope 16 years from now this confused kid doesn’t grow up to be a like the Santa Barbara shooter. Who knows? He might grow to be worse no thanks to his parents.

Daily Mail reports a father has opened up about how he came to terms with his young son’s love of girls’ clothes and toys.
Yuvi Zalkow, a writer based in Portland, Oregon, writes in an essay published on Medium.com that when his son first started exhibiting feminine qualities, his instinct was to fight against it, attempting to steer him towards superhero action figures instead of dolls, dresses and nail polish.

But ultimately he came to realize that the most important thing was the boy’s happiness. ‘Who the hell was I to tell him another way?’ he writes. ‘What is blamable here? This is being alive.’
His son was four years old the day that Mr Zalkow, carrying him home from daycare, worked up the courage to take him dress-shopping after he had expressed his interest in girls’ clothes for months.

At the Goodwill store, ‘he pulled me to the dress aisle like he had been shopping there a thousand times before,’ writes the author.

‘He picked two pink dresses with flowers on them, one skimpy dress that seemed inappropriate even for a girl, and a white one that seemed only fit for a wedding. “Dada,” he said as he handed the white one to me. “I love this one the most.”‘
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I’m sorry but this poor excuse for a Dad didn’t try nearly hard enough to do right by his son.

Originally posted at The Last Tradition

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