- - scatterings of ideas sent to my younger self, a sensitive girl who was fooled into believing she was a boy because of anatomy - -
Monday, 27 November 2023
Life as a Balloon
When I was a child, I remember The Balloon Lady, a Royal Doulton figurine. It sat on my Grandmother's mantle. I have no idea what became of that lady after Grandma died, but last Christmas K bought a new lady, one of our own, to sit on our mantle.
In the Disney movie Mary Poppins Returns, near the end, the Balloon Lady makes an appearance, played by Dame Angela Lansbury, and sings a lovely song:
Life's a balloon That tumbles or rises Depending on what is inside Fill it with hope And playful surprises And oh, deary ducks Then you're in for a ride
Those playful surprises that make life worth living require us to be open and honest with ourselves and others. Fortunately, in my day-to-day life, going about shouting "I'm a woman!" hasn't been necessary. That isn't to say that people are convinced I was born female - quite the contrary - I get all sorts of puzzled looks when people first encounter me.
The reason it isn't important is that, where I live at least, when people find out that I'm comfortable in my skin, not hiding or pretending, they accept me.
I believe there is an important reason not to hide or try to pretend. The people in this community know me now. I am a pleasant woman who shops and chats with them. I am a friendly member of the community band.
By engaging with people as a regular member of society, you become one of them. What do you suppose is going to happen when these good people who know me are in a gathering where a discussion comes up about how awful it is about all of these trans-women (or trans-men)? I'm sure they will have at least one example to use to convince others that we are far from threatening. We are not so different from anyone else.
You and I are creating the environment for all the trans and queer kids who follow. Hiding our playful, wonderful nature under a basket won't do us or them any good. If we are a threat, make it because we fit in too well. Bigots can't stand that.
The past is the past It lives on as history And that's an important thing The future comes fast Each second a mystery For nobody knows what Tomorrow may bring
Another musical you’re no doubt familiar with- (South Pacific) where you may be familiar with that song about prejudice………….you’ve got to be carefully taught. Proof is our granddaughter’s experience in her primary school class which was introduced to 2 Tran’s students. That was the end of the matter - the children hardly thought anything much of it thereafter and if there was any concern (and none was known of by my daughter as a parent) it would only have come from the parents.
Just as the song says …………you’re got to be carefully taught !
Thank you so much, Lindsay, for stopping by and reminding us of that song, perfect for this topic. Your story gives hope for a future where children, so perfect in their acceptance and love, might teach rather than the other way around. I have amended the post for others to have a chance to hear that beautiful music, and another that fits our discussion.
Another musical you’re no doubt familiar with- (South Pacific) where you may be familiar with that song about prejudice………….you’ve got to be carefully taught.
ReplyDeleteProof is our granddaughter’s experience in her primary school class which was introduced to 2 Tran’s students. That was the end of the matter - the children hardly thought anything much of it thereafter and if there was any concern (and none was known of by my daughter as a parent) it would only have come from the parents.
Just as the song says …………you’re got to be carefully taught !
Best wishes
Thank you so much, Lindsay, for stopping by and reminding us of that song, perfect for this topic. Your story gives hope for a future where children, so perfect in their acceptance and love, might teach rather than the other way around.
DeleteI have amended the post for others to have a chance to hear that beautiful music, and another that fits our discussion.