Dear reader,
Are you a wo/man? Married? Pregnant?! Maybe you would concur to at least one of these. And if you do maybe you can somewhere feel my story.
My present designation Mother of a 12 months and 20 days young.
A year back, when I was pregnant many people would come up asking about the gender of the baby in the womb. “What are you having? Son or a daughter?” common question for a would-be-mom going through wearisome morning sickness and dreary emotional flings. Followed by the blessings
“we wish you have a son.”
“Though anything can happen, but how can wish be made for a daughter,”
Wishing for a daughter was curse for the pregnant one, the unspoken words spoke. These blissful wishes mostly came from girls/women/daughters/wives and mothers. There were also consolatory messages for having a daughter “having a son or a daughter is the same, even a daughter is no less than a son”. An infallible consolation! And how much I have loathed all these words and yet now when I am writing it, I feel worse.
Are you a wo/man? Married? Pregnant?! Maybe you would concur to at least one of these. And if you do maybe you can somewhere feel my story.
My present designation Mother of a 12 months and 20 days young.
A year back, when I was pregnant many people would come up asking about the gender of the baby in the womb. “What are you having? Son or a daughter?” common question for a would-be-mom going through wearisome morning sickness and dreary emotional flings. Followed by the blessings
“we wish you have a son.”
“Though anything can happen, but how can wish be made for a daughter,”
Wishing for a daughter was curse for the pregnant one, the unspoken words spoke. These blissful wishes mostly came from girls/women/daughters/wives and mothers. There were also consolatory messages for having a daughter “having a son or a daughter is the same, even a daughter is no less than a son”. An infallible consolation! And how much I have loathed all these words and yet now when I am writing it, I feel worse.