Free spirit

12:23 PM

The apple never falls off far from the tree, I’m a free spirit, and so is my daughter.
We hate conventions just because someone said it had to be so. I’ll never really know my first act of rebellion as a child, but I know Ishita started just a few hours after birth.
Babies love being swaddled they say? Who cares, my daughter would scream and shout until she could “do the starfish” in her bassinet, arms and legs wide apart no restricting blanket please! And the nurse to scold me for my daughter’s free will, going on and on about how babies HAVE TO be swaddled that they feel better and more secure and warm that way and showing me each and every time how to properly secure the receiving blanket snugly and then upon seeing my daughter crying saying “She is hungry feed her now” only to have her reject my breast and me to explain to the nurse that the crying will stop as soon as the blanket goes off and offering a demo, leaving the nurse baffled.
Yes like her mama my girl hates restrictive clothing, clothing is a second skin, it has to allow you to move freely and not come in the way. She made it clear barely 12 hour old that it was her way or the high way.
And as she grew she continued on that line all along, the latest is her rebellion against hair clips, day after day I have ladies asking me why I don’t tie her hair and few seem to understand that it’s not up to me, but to her, she literally tear them off her head along with a handful of hair, am I to force her through it and see her go bald? Apparently some think I should buy stronger more difficult clip to remove, place them more tightly on the head because girls look pretty with clips…
But my daughter doesn’t want to be pretty according to somebody else’s standard of prettiness, she wants to be free and comfortable, beside she isn’t breaking a law by not having hair clips, or is she? Who am I to tell her how her hair should look at the playground? There will be enough time in the future when she goes to school to have to have her hair tied up by rule…toddlerhood is innocence and bliss.
Then there are the aunties inspecting every inch of her body for bruises, marks and scrapes, pointing them to me accusatively and saying “Why is she hurt”, this is just a mosquito bite for Pete’s sake but if I tell them so they lecture me on how I should not let it happen because it look Ugly (yes that’s the word some used), because yes if one mosquito got through the mosquito net, braved the “All Out” plug in device and the mosquito repellent this is obviously a huge mistake from my part…darn where is my Almighty God zip on suit so I can make sure mosquitoes will not ruin my daughter’s beauty of all things!
That was before she was crawling or walking, now I have to deal with “Don’t let her climb the monkey bars, she will hurt herself” or “Why does she have a scrape on her knee, you should be more careful”.
But careful about what exactly? Careful that she never ever ever gets hurt in life? To the best of my knowledge falls along the path of life happen all the time, you stumble, you get hurt, you get back up and you go on, I had no ideas that monkey bars where a deadly prop not to be ever used, please arrest the guy who invented them, charge him with a crime against humanity dear! And get the guy who invented concrete roads, and the one who created planet Earth as a rock hard surface to walk on…oh wait we have a problem here…God did this one.

I’m letting my daughter make her own experience in life, learn that actions have consequences, cuts and bruises at the playground are nothing that a little bit of cleaning and a band aid cannot take care of. Shielding her from the fun of the playground in fear of her getting “ugly” marks however will kill her spirit, and someone without spirit is a dead one…pardon me for refusing to kill my daughter’s spirit simply because one moron said little girls have to look like dolls all the time. If I wanted a doll I would have gone to a toy shop and buy one instead.

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