For Heaven't Sakes, It's a COLOR!

Pink is a lovely color. It is cheerful, and happy. My little guy has always loved it. Try finding pink jeans and T's for boys-- not an easy task.

Nick is not an effeminate kid. He is an active, athletic, skinned knee, dirt magnet boy. He just loves pink. If he loved blue or green-- I guess that would be no problem-- but pink makes him a target.

He likes pink athletic socks, his fave hat is a pink Superman hat. He loves pink jeans. He just got pink under eye goo for football.

He rules the handball court, stomps kids much taller than him in basketball, and is a little phenomenon on the football field. All while wearing his favorite color, PINK.

Now while he is tough on the athletic field, he is not a fighter. He talks his fair share of smack on the court, but he is not a mean kid. He is pretty sensitive. So when boys he has been friends with for years started calling him mean names, it really hurt.

The kid who begs to stay after school to play called me and asked me to pick him up early. That makes me really sad. When I asked what happened he told me that XXX and XXX were calling him Princess, and saying he was gay.

Of course his Dad and I want to swoop into protection mode. His big brothers want to have a talk with the punks hurting their baby bro, but Nick wants none of it.

He got dressed this morning-- and guess what he was wearing? Pink jeans and a pink T-shirt. (I silently cheered at his choice) I said, "Do you want me to talk to your teacher?" He said "No." I said, "what are you going to do if those guys call you names today?" Nick said, "walk away."

It makes me sad, but also very proud. He won't let a few punks change him, but he doesn't feel a need to fight about it either. That shows such strength of character-- I am tearing up with pride.

It is sad that insecure little boys feel the need to call him names because of his color choices. Frankly I think they are just jealous of his swag. ‪#‎beyou‬ ‪#‎pinkrocks‬‪#‎meanpeoplesuck‬

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