I am a liberated woman. So I thought.
It happened a few years ago. I walked into my daughter’s room and discovered my husband sitting in her floor. And they were having The Talk. I was so upset that I left the room.
I don’t believe in gender roles in marriage or in parenting. He is just as much her parent as I am. But I always assumed that I would be the one to sit her down and impart this information. I was horrified, really. It just seemed weird that he was the one educating our daughter on this stuff. He’s a guy! Sure, I would expect his input with the boys. There’s some technical stuff they’ll have to hear from him, but our little girl?! Really? But there he was, holding her little hands, looking into her eyes and saying:
“Sweetie, you can’t wear plaids and stripes together…”