Saturday, July 10, 2021

When Your Child's Journey Becomes a Mirror: Supporting Autumn Through Identity, Body Image, and the Messy Middle

When Your Child's Journey Becomes a Mirror: Supporting Autumn Through Identity, Body Image, and the Messy Middle

Parenting is never linear. Especially when you’re co-parenting, trying to heal trauma, and helping a child find herself in a world that doesn’t always feel safe.

Autumn, my bonus daughter, went through a time in 2021 where she began exploring her identity. For a while, she used the name Kai and asked for they/them pronouns. She was brave, thoughtful, and curious. And like any journey of self-discovery, it wasn’t about rushing to a destination—it was about the space to explore safely. Eventually, Autumn let us know that she identifies as a girl and wants to go by she/her again. And so we honor that. Always.

That year was layered. We were managing bedroom reshuffles, new sibling dynamics, sensory needs, and emotional waves that hit hard and fast. Autumn and her brother Andy (also non-binary at the time) started sharing a room to support better routines. Aurora and Maddy were paired up too, hoping to reduce chaos and increase connection. These changes were practical—but also deeply intentional. We wanted to create spaces where each child could feel seen and supported in exactly who they were.

And yet, it wasn’t just gender identity that Autumn was navigating. Body image became an overwhelming source of pain. She started sharing that she hated her body—especially her chest—and wanted a binder. She talked about wanting to lose weight in unhealthy ways and feeling pressured from all sides. She said her mom had been bribing her to stop sneaking food and commenting harshly on her appearance. One day she called Nick, visibly shaken, telling him that she kept asking her mom for space, but instead was met with body-shaming remarks that only fueled her shame. "She says I gained a lot of weight and eat too much," Autumn told us through tears. "I hate how I look."

As parents, it’s excruciating to hear those words. You want to fix it. You want to protect them from every cruel comment—external or internal. But sometimes all you can do is hold space. Validate. Remind them they’re worthy and loved exactly as they are. We tried to give her that, over and over again.

And still, the days weren’t always smooth. Like the day we all overslept. Autumn was slow getting ready and finally told us her foot hurt from slipping on the stairs at school the day before. When we asked why she hadn’t told anyone, she said it just started hurting in the night. That same day, I had a medical appointment for my hip, Nick had two major meetings, and we were scrambling to piece together a plan. I called her mom to see if she could help, but was met with complaints and dismissiveness. So we figured it out—because that’s what we do.

Every part of this story is messy. And real. Autumn’s experience of gender and body, our attempts to navigate co-parenting under pressure, the feelings of helplessness that come when all you want is peace and support for your child—and instead you're dodging landmines.

I share this because I know we’re not alone. So many families are navigating identity, mental health, and co-parenting dynamics all at once. And it’s hard. Really hard. But it’s also sacred work. To keep showing up. To keep listening. To let your child evolve and change their mind and try again. And again.

Autumn is not Kai anymore—but Kai was part of her journey. And every version of her deserves love, respect, and space to become.


Wela'lioq to the kids who are still figuring themselves out—and to the adults doing their best to love them through it.

Thursday, July 1, 2021

When a Child Feels Afraid to Share Joy

When a Child Feels Afraid to Share Joy

On July 1, 2021, we witnessed something both small and enormous—something that speaks volumes about the emotional weight children can carry during high-conflict co-parenting.

That day, Aurora was unusually quiet about calling her mom. When we gently asked why she hadn’t been answering messages, she hesitated. I encouraged her: “Don’t you want to tell Mommy how much fun you had this weekend? Don’t you miss her?” She replied, “Well, I do miss her a little, but I don’t want her to get mad at me.”

That one sentence held so much. I offered to stay near during the call if that would help. She got scared. Nick offered to sit with us at the dining room table, and we made the call together.

When her mom asked where she had gone swimming, Aurora looked visibly nervous and turned her tablet away from the camera. “I don’t want to tell her. She’s going to get mad,” she whispered. I gently reassured her, “It’s okay to tell her, it should be fine.” Katie overheard and asked Aurora to go somewhere private so she wouldn't be interrupted. Aurora went into the kitchen, with Nick following to be nearby.

Eventually, Aurora told her where she went—Pop-up and Grandma Andrea’s. Katie said she wasn’t mad and asked, “Why would I be mad?” Aurora just shrugged and said, “I don’t know.” After the call, Nick asked her again why she was afraid. She replied, “Mommy doesn’t like any of your friends or family usually. She usually gets really mad at us if we go anywhere or do anything with them. I figured it would be the same with Pop-up and Grandma Andrea.”

That conversation still sits heavy in my heart. No child should feel like they have to hide joy. No child should feel afraid to talk about swimming or spending time with people who love them. But so many do—because they are caught in the emotional tug-of-war between parents. It’s heartbreaking, and it’s not fair to them.

This is why we keep telling the truth. This is why we keep documenting. Not to shame or punish, but to protect—to validate—to say, “This happened. This matters. This child matters.”


Wela'lioq for holding space with me. May we always protect the right of every child to share joy without fear.

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