On International Girl Child Day…
Let me share what I love about being the mother of a girl child, and what I don’t!
I love the fact that:
- I always have a best friend to share my crazy thoughts and ideas
- I have a 24-hours-on-duty supporter & motivator & sarcastic advisor
- I have created a “Mini Me”
- minus the flaws, mistakes, restrictions, fears, inhibitions
- plus the freedom to make her own choices, boldness, independence, maturity
- I can hand-her-down my favorite dresses/jewelry/shoes and relive my younger days (in spite of my obsessive possessiveness)
- I can be the cool mom that her friends are jealous of!
- having to always look out for her safety anywhere in this country at any time of the day or night
- the mistrust in my eyes when I look at every guy/man around her
- having to restrict her from wearing her favorite short/sleeveless/tight dresses ‘coz I am afraid of “inviting unwanted attention”
- the paranoia that grips me when I don’t get the missed call she was supposed to give me when she ‘reaches there safely’
- the horrific images of kidnap/rape/acid attack/maiming that flashes through my head when she doesn’t pick up my call or her phone is switched off/unreachable
- the societal pressure to marry her off asap/save for her dowry/take engineering or medicine for a good-paying job
- the cliche Malayalam idiom that roughly translates to (read in a nosy Aunty voice) “leaf fall on thorn, thorn fall on leaf, damage for leaf only, no?”
There is definitely more, but right now, I have to go and give her a lecture about that harmless selfie she just posted on Instagram (Sigh!! because obviously, no one lectures the creeps)
Will be right back!