- Not having long hair
- Not liking pink
- Not wearing frocks
- Not having a sweet voice
- Hanging out with friends who happened to be boys
- Wearing shorts
- Riding a boy’s cycle
- And many such ridiculously normal stuff
Basically, I stopped everything that was fun for me.
Why did I want to do such totally different things?
I consciously ignore all the advice I get on what not to dress him up in, what not to get him to play with.
- I put on pink tees for my tiny Tigger, a cute frock now and then.
- I got him few soft toys that seemed to be friendly.
- I have been telling him stories about stay at home dads and astronaut moms.
But he is just 4months old, so I am waiting for him to grow up a little more to do much more.
- I want to be conscious about the toys I get him as he grows up.
- I want to learn to reply firm but kindly to all the stupid gender-centric advice I will continue to receive.
- I want to help him
- learn to clean – tidy his surrounding
- cook healthy meals he can have every day. Not just the occasional biryani.
- wash clothes, vessels – he may hire a help if he unable to find the time. But he cannot be dependant on another human for such things.
- Behave, emote, express and live his life the way he wants
As long as he is my son, I shall make sure that I do all this and more – neither like a boy nor a girl. But like a kind gentle generous loving strong-willed and level-headed person who this world needs.
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