Parenthood is a very gendered thing. The word "mother" alone evokes images of femininity. But what about those folks who are somewhere between mother and father? Those of us who are the queer butches, lesbian dads, or "other mothers"?
My partner and I have been together for 14 years, during which we have raised three daughters from a previous relationship of hers. We now have the great honor of grandparenthood. This is even more absurd because of our age difference, I'm 33 with a 21, 19, and 18 year old. We have a three year old granddaughter, and another one on the way. During these years, I have been approached, stared at, questioned, and sometimes ignored.
As a butch parent, you need to be prepared for what potentially awaits you. Here are a few examples of what you might run into in a world of gendered parenting:
School
Picking up sick kids from school usually means a trip to the anxiety inducing principals office. When they ask you what your relationship to the student is you have the choice between saying "stepmother,"which is socially acceptable but might mislead them into thinking that you're their fathers wife, or "their mother's partner," which is almost always followed by a loss of eye contact and expedient service. This also sometimes applies to doctors visits.
The Market & Other Shopping Experiences
Whatever you decide for the children to call you will inevitably be yelled or possibly screamed in the middle of a department or grocery store. Prepare for this scenario. In my case, my three year old granddaughter calls me "Mop," which is a mispronunciation of the combination of Mamaw and Papaw. Most people assume that she is actually calling me "Mom," and I only get the usual questioning looks. Also, while they are young you will have no other identity so make sure it's something you like being called for at least 3-5 years. For example, while taking the grandbaby to her Gymboree class, the teacher asked her who came with her today to which she replied "Mop", and I'm pretty sure she suppressed the word "duh."
Recitals/Sporting Events
There will always be some sort of extra curricular activity that you will attend. I actually went and bought a mini-van which comes in handy when they tell their little friends (whom to which they introduce you as "my mom's girlfriend") that you can give them a ride.
At concerts there is usually a time period of around a half hour after the show where you're forced to wait while your child runs amok or collects their things. It's during this time that you're expected to commingle with other parents. Getting to know at least one other parent comes in handy, because it's that same parent you will be waiting with until your child's career at that particular school ends.
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These are just a few scenarios where your title will be questioned. Prepare for random strangers to approach you and ask what adoption agency you used (especially if you are very masculine looking and a different ethnicity than your child), and also to tell you that your child has one of your facial features (especially if you didn't actually carry the child).
In the end what really matters is that you support your child in spite of it all, not what you chose to be called.
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I'm reminded we're blessed
Each time I hear of these tales of what I assume is the life of the rural lesbian, I'm reminded how fortunate we've been and again how great it is to be a NYer.
We're as mixed as mixed could be, now raising our grands, whom we've legally adopted and who think we're their moms. (We'll deal with the sordid details of their lineage at a later date and age.) So we've got these 2 "Spagineas" as their DNA donors call them, one with obvious tropical features, the other looking about as Irish as one could (red hair, green eyes, etc). We are very affectionate parents (especially me) so our closeness is obvious and my boys are extremely, nor really EXTREMELY smart, but still just kids so our conversations tend to be loud and lively. What I'm saying is it is apparent to everyone that these are parent-child relationships. However, as it turns out, we have never received even so much as a raised eyebrow. Even when their dad and uncle were kids, everyone just assumed that their lily-white asses belonged to me. I remember going to Staples two nights in a row, the first with my son, the second without and the saleslady, completely without provocation or prior knowledge asked, "Where's your son tonight?' Kewl! As for facial features, apparently my blond son has my nose and my redheaded granson looks just like me!
I am often struck that only in NY and places like it (mostly urban areas, I would think) would these relationships be taken so non-chalantly. Even in South Jersey where it seems interracial coupling is almost mandatory, my nephew worried that, left alone in the car with my (grand)son, he might "catch a case" if the boy decided to have a tantrum right then.
And since Julie and I married in May, we've been telling everyone we're newly weds and all we get are congrats, congrats, congrats. At the 4th of July family gathering, facebook cousins (you know the ones you would not really communicate with if it were not for facebook) came up to me and congratulated us. Even my nonagenarian and octogenarian aunts were full of well wishes. And lest you think age has addled their brains, let me assure you that these ladies are sharp as tacks.
So I feel for those who do not suffer from such acceptance and I pray that one day very soon, all of that will change for you.
There's a thin line...still...
awesome
Mop! what a great name!
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perception is only that.
Age in regards to the kids has never really played a role in the feedback I get from others, but age in regards to the grandbaby is something I find myself explaining on a regular basis. Most people assume that she's my daughter, and I end up in a conversation explaining my non-biological relationship. I've actually been approached and asked what adoption agency I used. The fact that I'm in an interracial relationship where I don't resemble anyone else in my little family is usually the cause for the biggest mis-perceptions.
what about the age difference
what about the age difference in terms of how close in age you are to the children? how do you think those outside of your family unit perceive you?