Third Grade.

So K has gone into third grade in the last two weeks. He absolutely adores school and learning, so he’s been looking forward to going back to school all holidays.

After his first day, he came home a little overwhelmed. Not with grade three itself – but because being in third grade meant he began thinking about his schooling future. He was freaking out about High School and the prospect of different classes etc. After I went through some of his concerns (which are all valid) I explained that he doesn’t need to look toward his future with concern, but live as best he can right now to prepare for his future the best he can.

We spoke about Math, and how he really loves that subject. We spoke about how he wants to become a video game designer, and how even at eight he’s taking steps to make that become a reality when he’s older.

It really takes me aback when I think about the conversations I have with my eight year old Son. I often wonder if other parents have to have these conversations so “early” like my Wife and I do.

I think it’s got something to do with the fact that he’s an only child. I was too for the most part as my siblings are much, much older than myself and had moved out/moved states when I was around K’s age. As a result I grew up being spoken to like an adult, and while we do that with K to a certain degree – we still make sure that we allow space for him to enjoy his childhood.

Anyhow, I haven’t written here in a while but still log in each day to see what’s been happening. If you have any questions or topics you’d like to see covered, shoot me a message/ask.

– TMD.

Shaving tips for FTMs

paintedparade:

You will never be able to get your sideburns even. It’s impossible. Seriously it’s not even an option don’t even try

There is certainly a knack to it, but it can be done!

Pinch your sideburns toward the centre of your face and you can better see if they are even.

Don’t waste my time: You’re allowed to ask me why I am stealth

theotheropinion:

But as soon as you add on that you think I am doing it because I’m ashamed of transsexuals, and that by being stealth you don’t think I’m doing my ~job~ as a transsexual which is apparently fighting for acceptance, you’re an asshole, an idiot, and you’re extremely ignorant.

It’s kind of funny…

Don’t waste my time: You’re allowed to ask me why I am stealth

drakensberg:

Realizing I was trans was like putting together a puzzle. Every time I found another piece, though, it was a bittersweet feeling. I was relieved to find words for what I felt, but I didn’t want those words at all and I sure as hell didn’t want those feelings either.

Sleep Overs.

K had his best friend stay the night last night, and depite my best intentions this always makes me very anxious. Not only because I am terrified his friend will somehow walk in on me in the shower or toilet, but because we have to care for someone else’s child also.

K’s best friend is very much like him; geeky and full of eight year old energy. They spent thier time switching between playing the Xbox, Star Wars action figures and watching Transformers cartoons. K’s friend is allowed to stay up much later than K (10pm as it’s school holidays for K) and he also forgot his favorite teddy bear so he was finding it difficult to sleep. My Wife was amazing and sprung into action, setting K’s friend up on our lounge with fluffy blankets and a surrogate teddy with some quiet television on. She wandered in every so often and patted his head, reminding him that he was safe and just call if he needed anything.

It did take him until 12:30am to fall asleep, but he felt very comfortable in an uncomfortable situation. I was no good, haha, I was basically reminded of the times I couldn’t sleep and was stuck at friends’ houses when I was a child.

Anyway, it’s interesting seeing how little boys resolve conflicts. I was very proud of K when he abided by the whole “Guests choose/go first etc” rule – for an eight year old who’s used to being an only child that can be difficult.

K also woke up well before his friend due to thier different sleep patterns and simply sat next to where his friend was sleeping playing silently until he woke naturally. Good on him.

Now my Wife has taken them to an indoor playcentre for the morning, then to McDonalds for lunch afterwards and then we will take his friend home. I was thankfully offered to stay home instead, as she will just be reading to pass the time while they play. Whew! Haha.

I need to chill out about these things.

Thanks for answering. I feel the same about not being able to get my future wife pregnant and it sucks a lot. I must also say you are a stand-up guy for stepping up and raising your son.

No problem at all.

I’m sure a lot of men like us feel the same way, and I’m not quite sure how to combat it other than to acknowledge that it sucks and work through it.

And re: raising my Son – there was no choice. I fell in love not only with his Mother, but with him also. There was no way I was walking away from those outstretched arms. And I never will.

Suggestions Welcome.

fwreblogs:

transmandad:

Once again, I’ve exhausted my list of ideas regarding posts relevant to this blog. 

I am more than welcome to suggestions, although I can’t promise I will address all topics suggested as they may not be applicable or I may not have experience in that area. 

Submissions are also welcome.

You could always just talk about your family a little bit and what you go through as a parent, even if they are normal everyday dad things. Perhaps things you never expected or little lessons you learn along the way.

Not every post has to be profound.

I thought that’s what I was sort of already doing, haha. There’s a ton of mundane kid/parent related stuff that I don’t put on here because it’s just general parenting stuff – not really related to suffering from transsexuality at all. I didn’t really think people would want to read that kind of stuff on here?