From the time he could speak, he told the entire world, “I am a boy." Our family chose to believe him.
He said, “Everyone thinks I’m a girl, and I’m not. I’m a boy," all the while crying deep, heavy sobs.
I asked Penelope, “How does it feet to be a boy with a vagina?” He replied, “Well, mom, I’m human, so it just feels normal.”
There are still a few years before we have to make any decisions like that for Penelope. For now, I'm still explaining to everyone that he didn’t “transition” into a boy — he is one — and he’s most certainly not playing dress-up. He’s just transgender, which simply speaks to his body being different from his father’s and his brother’s. As he reminded me, he's human, and that speaks to what’s most important.