As you step into the world, I have a heartfelt wish for you: may you always embrace the vibrant hue of purple. When asked about your favorite color, I hope you proclaim with all your enthusiasm, “Purple is my favorite!” just as you do now. As you grow and begin to interact with the world outside of our family—whether it’s at preschool or on the sports field—there may be some misguided individuals who attempt to convince you that your passions and preferences are not for you.
I’ve already witnessed the early signs of this. A few weeks back, we were in a children’s clothing store, and you were eagerly asking me to buy you a pair of lavender skinny jeans. You were too caught up in your excitement, twirling and holding them up, to notice the sales clerk’s dismissive sigh and eye roll. That moment stung, because those jeans were indeed on the rack labeled for little girls, but you saw only your favorite color and knew they were meant for you. Sadly, the saleswoman is not alone in her attitudes; you will eventually see how others may react to your joyful self-expression, and it might make you question your worth.
I’ve known other young boys who once adored shades of purple or pink, only to abandon their favorite colors as they navigated daycare or preschool, opting instead for more “acceptable” options like blue or green. But I want you to resist that temptation. You are not that boy. I hope you remain true to yourself and stand firm in your love for what you cherish.
I envision you being the one who proves that a boy can enjoy both the color purple and the thrill of dump trucks, relish in kisses and elbow wrestling, adore sparkles and dinosaurs, and wear headbands with cargo shorts. This isn’t about balancing one thing against another; it’s about adding everything together to reveal the incredible person you are. You, my beloved child, with your dirt-smudged face and nails painted from sandbox adventures, are perfect in your joyous authenticity.
Part of your carefree spirit stems from the fact that, during your 3 ½ years, no one has imposed rigid definitions of what it means to be a boy. This has been a conscious choice for your father and me; we believe it doesn’t matter if you prefer cars or dolls, what matters is that you learn to accept and love who you are.
At this moment, you are beautifully you—unhindered by societal norms or peer influence. However, as you mature, these blissful days of innocence will inevitably fade. I long to hold you close and whisper that your unique way of moving through the world—your skipping, dancing run—is perfect. Not all boys need to swagger; some may simply prance, and there is power in being different. Those traits that might seem odd today could very well become your greatest strengths.
So as you venture into the world, I have one wish for you: Hold on to your sparkle, kid.
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In summary, I encourage you to embrace your individuality, express your true self, and hold tight to the things you love. The world needs more of your sparkle.