Everything was going great … until it wasn’t.
I was washing the dishes when a wide-eyed child appeared in my kitchen, motioning to the backyard where six little girls had all been playing nicely just moments earlier.
“You’d better get out there,” she told me darkly. “People are sad.”
The guilt trip always comes at bedtime. “You’re always working. I feel like I never see you!” There are tears, too. Our daughter only just turned nine, but she already knows how to twist the knife.
Instead of “boy” or “girl,” it’s just as easy to say “child” or “kid” or “student” or “person.” It’s also just as easy to refer to someone as “they” if you don’t know their preferred pronouns. It gets easier the more you do it, too.