My darling daughter
My darling daughter,
Its seems only yesterday that i held you in my hands. You were pink and fragile, all cuteness rolled in your big eyes which seemed to talk to me as soon as you came out of darkness of womb. And today, you are growing up too fast. All naughtiness, your endless talks, your rolling of eyes, your complaining of your elder brother, your chit chat of all the things that have happened while you were in school, Your concern towards me, Your all the care and love has made me fall in you more and more each passing day. your tiny feet dancing to my tunes, your tiny fingers weaving dreams, your tiny mouth giving us endless moments of uninterrupted laughter, your tiny eyes giggling and what not! I know you are not always going to be small and innocent. Life will take you over and you will grow up in to a fine lady! And that’s what i dread about!
You will be surprised, Why?
I dread you growing up with the uneasiness and turbulence of woman’s life when a girl enters in womanhood with the onset of periods. I dread the discomfort along with the other hormonal changes going inside the body. You may have cramps, mood swings, irritation, itching, rashes, blood stains But i am here to hold you when you feel low, my love!
I still remember getting my first period in class VIII, my white skirt smudged with my thick red blood. I was innocent and unaware because my mother never initiated the girly talk with me as she thought it can be done when the time comes. I still remember crying my heart out and shouting at my mother as i felt insulted in school. The boys were laughing looking at my skirt while girls were whispering in hush hush tones but nobody bothered to tell me and i became the laughing stock for them. Then one of our teachers caught hold of the sight and informed my mother. I remember myself fainting looking at my father at the reception area of school because he kept asking me what had happened to you and i fought my tears! I couldn’t tell him. I felt very weak and hurt. I was angry with my mother for leaving me unattended in the wild world. I couldn’t face my class fellows for what had happened that day. I grew up all of a sudden and i was unaware of growing up! With time, i left the scars behind and went ahead. I laugh today when i remember those days but as a child of 12 years, that insult has imprinted on my soul. I have decided to mentally and physically prepare you for your upcoming life.
I agree and thank god for blessing females with the task of creating and nurturing the world, we bleed, that’s why we only breed so there’s no shame in mensuration but this modern society imposes many challenges to us on daily basis, we have so many complications to clear, so many challenges to win, so many tasks to complete so we can’t let periods to hinder our progress, in fact they give us a belonging to women-hood. Let’s cheer up for womanhood.
As a mother, i have many questions in my mind and confusion has clouded my vision. I dread thinking how will you manage to wear your first sanitary napkin or shall i be start with cotton cloth. I think of many infections that come along with rotten smell from vaginal part, fear of spotting. I remember walking unconformable because i was introduced with cotton cloth. It was bulgy and looked as if i was wearing padding. i used to wear loose clothes in order to hide that bulge. White color screwed me, all i wanted was dark colors. The issues i had those days make me fear more about you my baby, i promise to sail you smoothly from the transition.
Your fearful mother
To be continued…. part 1
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