My almost seven-year-old daughter came storming through the door this morning asking if I would drag her around in our old plastic wagon. My three kids have pushed each other down ramps while dangerously perched on the side of it and have pulled themselves and neighbor kids around the cul-de-sac to the point of bending two of the four wheels. My daughter is like any other kid right now and is feeling anxious and frustrated by the quarantine-related limitations to her life right now; she was seeking time with me and a sensory outlet. I met her outside and watched her little body relax as I started pulling her along our street. The bumps and rattles from the dilapidated wheels seemed to soothe her stress. She giggled and started noticing the moving shadows on the sidewalk made by her body. In the midst of a health crisis our kids are still kids, and at that moment mine was happy. My kid also happens to be transgender.
Source : https://www.littlethings.com/my-daughter-transgender/