"Mommy, am I a boy-girl?"
That was how my morning began when Trinity came to me with this question. I was taken aback, but knew that these questions would come up as she got older and started recognizing that she was indeed very much different than other little girls.
I was able to explain that there are many little girls like her out there in the world and that one day, when she was much older, she would be able to free herself of that label. I told her that she is in fact a girl and always have been. She smiled at me then, hugged me and said, "Thanks mommy, you always make it right."