My heart swells with pride, as I see you bloom every single day.
I then, want to open the very world to you, with it’s myriad opportunities. I hope that, you get to live out every single dream of yours, unfettered by the rigid parameters of this still regressive society.
I so want to set you free, but the breaking news about the brutes around, puts the brakes on my enthusiasm. So I enroll you, my delicate darling into self-protection classes, placating myself that I have somewhat prepared you, for the goons around. But have I really?
You prance around in shorts, often showing your legs off. I smile in indulgence and an inner voice begins to grow louder.
“Let her not get used to this skin show! Cover her. Dress her in sedate salwar kameez. The earlier she starts, the better. She will be conditioned.”
I then smother that irritant and join you in the revelry. Honey, I send a silent prayer heavenward, asking for similar indulgence from the carping crowd of prehistoric times.
One day, you will finish college, find work and make a go at this, to be super successful. That will surely entail long hours and obviously, to recharge your batteries, some days you will let your hair down. Let us hope, by that time, the thinking all-around would have progressed, beyond the usual mundane and suffocating “Kids shouldn’t be alone outside, after dark! What terrible parenting!!”
Your brother says, “Make her strong enough to protect herself. She shouldn’t need anyone else.” How true really!
So, some of the sensible gifts, that we as parents, can give you are
- Letting you be yourself and not stifling you, according to others’ kosher parameters
- Making you self-sufficient and super strong
- Standing by you – Always! Non-Negotiable
- Respecting your choices
- Holding onto you, yet setting you free
So live your life, dear child, while we abide with you. Sky is the limit.