We were on the 2 Line, headed north. You were across from us with a tiny human who kept going back and forth between you and your spouse, when a tall beauty sat down wearing pink tights with a pink tulle skirt and fur legwarmers.
The tiny human said the tall beauty looked so amazing, then quietly wondered if they were a girl or a boy.
You gently and quietly explained that people can also be both or neither. That we get to choose who we are, and there are many ways to be on the gender spectrum.
As the parent of a trans kid, this interaction warmed my heart immensely. You are doing good work, raising your tiny human to be aware and accepting of others. In a world full of fear and hate (a lot of it directed at my kid), this interaction gave me hope for the world.
Thank you.
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