Remember how I said I’d failed spectacularly in keeping toy guns out of our house? I wrote an article about that and how I have made a sort of weary peace with it and my feminist parenting and it is published over at Essential Kid.
When my three-year-old son discovered toy guns this year he felt the way some people feel when they discover sex or drugs. It became a single-minded passion. He turned his back on dolls and Lego and the other creative games we provided, and I watched with growing apprehension at his interest in weapons. Was he embracing guns like some missing puzzle piece from his life? If so, what was missing exactly? Or was he simply embracing male friendship, and enjoying sharing in the interests of other little boys?