We have three kids - the oldest two are girls, the youngest a boy -
And even though we naturally had a collection of girlish toys leftover from his big sisters, he was always a boy - and had no interest in their dolls, and only a couple of select stuffed toys. He did claim their magnadoodles and building blocks, legos and whatnot as soon as he could handle them.
I can only suppose that there are traits that are genetically hardwired beyond skin/eye color, immunity to illness, height etc..
This me makes me wonder about the studies that showed that if a child was incorrectly diagnosed as being mentally ill and placed in a hospital with adults that the children would watch and imitated the actions of the ill adults as normal, IE. rocking back and forth, sudden outbursts etc.
This in turn leads me to the field of Gays adopting children .----YIKES, ----
Along these lines I have noticed that adopted children to heterosexual couples will soon demonstrate the manorisms of the parents as their blood children will do. So much so that at times the adopted kids resembled the parents more then the blood children did.
The tilt of the head, the hand movements, even the speech patterns of the parents.
It stands to reason then when a gay couple adopt a child of any sex, the child for the first 3-4 years or so will unconsciously mimic the trites of the parents. If all they know is same sex parents and that love and care comes from same sex people, then the child will equate their life with the parents life style.
I saw this first hand when I baby sat the 6 year old boy being raised by two woman. He dressed in male clothing but referred to his skivies as panties. This little boy had coppied his parents life style so far as to look and act more famine then my daughters did. When he showed me his room there was not one thing in there that could be considered a Boy toy, no trucks or Zoom-Zoom cars, all was Barbie Shit.
To this day I wonder what happend to that little boy, did he grow up to feel that mentally he was a woman in a male body.??
Then there is Chez, Cher's son/daughter, who can explain that, WTF went on in her family to cause this, even poor Cher is bewildered at her child's actions.
Then there is crazy me, I was a tom boy that hated dolls, I enjoyed trucks , tanks and planes digging up dirt, climbing trees and horse back riding, the heck with dolls that just sat there. Who the heck wants to pretend a baby doll was real when I could plow down heaps of sand with a Tonka toy.
Yet I was the first girl in my 8 grade class to wear lipstick and the first to get my ears pierced soon found that hanging out with boy was more fun then sitting about with girls that had just one ambition in life and that was to marry and raise real life baby dolls.
Irony was I was the one to have the real life baby's, I was the one that married and became Susie homemaker. My class mates who thought of nothing else but become house wives went on to become professionals with few children.
Interesting how life turns out, ----So I taught my niece to sew, but at the same time I am all ready to jump in a sand box with little boys to play for hours with them and the trucks, bull dozers and steam shovel toys of today.
Children are complicated as adults, with babys and young children we never know when our reactions to them will either make or break them 20 years later down the line.
