Instead, Dyson’s parents have embraced the idea of letting him do what makes him happy. Imagine that! His mom, Cheryl Kilodavis, has even written a book, “My Princess Boy,” which is about acceptance and is now being used in schools as an anti-bullying tool (let me take a guess at what book will top next year’s banned books list).
It’s a really great story, everything from the parents’ acceptance to their counselor’s explanation that “there is more than one way to be a boy, and more than one way to be a girl” to Dyson’s adorable older brother, who says that Dyson should be able to wear whatever makes him happy, because “if he’s happy, I’m happy.” And there’s a lot to learn here. This isn’t necessarily a gay or transgender issue, as we won’t know until later what Dyson’s sexual orientation or gender will turn out to be. But it’s certainly a story about self-expression, acceptance and happiness. Clearly, Dyson still has that artistic flair many of us lose after childhood. And because his creativity is allowed to flourish, whether or not it steps beyond the boundaries of what boys are “supposed” to do, Dyson can be himself and know that he is loved for who he is.
And that’s a feeling we could all use a little more of, whether we’re gay or straight, male or female, or dancing beyond the boundaries of any of these labels.