Pretty curls & bright yellow ribbons, Butterfly frocks and fluttering eyes with infectious smile, I always knew and believed, Baby girls were a slice of Heaven on earth.
I did not know a Boy’s world.
They wore the same boring trousers. Cars & Bikes were not my favourite. I dreaded at the fact of having a Boy Baby until this happened.
It did not just happen, but heard and read and everywhere I looked, I stared at this insane atrocities of Men (Boys) towards its most Precious Gender.
Throughout my pregnancy, I was sure of one thing, I did not want a Baby Girl.
I did not want creepy looking men to drool at my 10yr old Innocent daughter.
I did not want some random funny looking guy to advise her on ‘How not to look funny’
I did not want that ticket collector, that strange man walking on the road, to hit and push and rob her off her innocence.
I freaked at the thought that, that guy whom I always feared all my life, would walk up to her and swear and stain her dignity.
These are just some of the many ‘I don’t wants”. Some of which I don’t find appropriate words to write. Some of which might be very raw, and to refrain from writing them could be the best thing I can do for myself.
Although I had many a “I don’t wants”, I also have a million “I want’s”
For example,
I want to give birth to a tiny baby boy, who would respect and love a girl, knowing that, she is as precious as he is. Her parents too rejoiced the same way, his parents did.
I want to raise a little boy, who knows that, She is equal to him not in ‘many’ ways, but in ‘All’ ways.
I want to bring up this tiny gentleman in such a way that,
He lets her get into the lift first.
He opens the door for her.
He does not let her walk behind him, but beside him.
He does not smoke on her face.
He fights hard the feeling of not to touch her without her consent.
He who does not treat his wife as the “better half”, but as the “best half”
He who points to his daughter and says, be like mom. And to son, bring a girl like mom.
He who is a little generous to her flaws.
He who listens to her.
He who fights for her.
‘Her’ can be his best friend, his classmate, his wife or could be any random girl.
The more I think about the boy, the more I understand the world.
Saving the girl child is not the need of the hour, but Raising you Boys to be Wonderful Gentlemen is the cry of the hour.
Leave the girls alone, watch the boys.
Watch them, watch yourself. What you talk to them, what you let them see.
After all bad boys are not born, they are created.
Take care of your boys, and girls will take care of themselves and the rest will fall in place and the world will fix its women problems altogether and once and for all.
I promise to take are of BabyVed; and yes your Girl is safe 🙂
Pris
A little boy’s Amma.
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