one minute

I'm never going to stop painting my son's nails.

Whenever he wants to match my
blue
or purple sparkles
glitter bronze
macintosh red,

I remember how good he is at holding still
(for a four year old)
It only takes a minute
(His fingernails are so small)
And he is so happy to match his mom.

I want him to know,
that beauty is not reserved for women.
It is not an exotic flower,
or something that we possess
and he desires.
I want all doors to be open to him.

Today he handed me a bottle of
highlighter yellow
and he said, "please, mommy"
Because he always asks nicely.
And I paused my video game and painted his nails.

It only took a minute
He shows off to his dad
His aunt
And me.

I am trying to teach him
that he can be proud of all his joys.
And not be afraid to share them.
Masculinity does not define him.

He defines masculinity -
by deciding which nail polish to wear
and strongly identifying with Gordon the express train.

After he fell asleep that night,
I found the yellow nail polish on my desk.
With two coats dried,
I showed his father,
proud.

It only takes a minute for me, too,
to unlearn what it means to be a man.