‘Woe Is Me’ set aside, cast into a silky, hearty web of ‘Blessed Am I.’
Obsession with flat stomach, tight buns and perfect complexion
Transformed into an acceptance of self, pure love for the bump
Stretched, accommodating skin and a yearning to share
Unconditional love already in my eyes, and those of my man
For the unborn angel, our dream, our shared promise.
Want turns to need, reliance on each other – to nurture the life
That waits quietly within
Priorities turned asunder, friendships re-upholstered
A new world develops as the first child grows
Twenty-three weeks and one day of fulfilment
As tired clichés and sayings suddenly ring true
Gathering dust as we wait, drowning in the awe of really meeting you
Obsession with fitting in and finding my niche
Transformed into acceptance
Of love, of purpose, of waiting just for you.
“A gender-equal society would be one where the word ‘gender’ does not exist: where everyone can be themselves.”*
I’ve always been aware of gender conditioning and actively tried to combat any lingering prejudices or stereotypes in my own parenting, even down to encouraging dolls with my boys when they were little. It’s great to read people writing about gender issues they’re experiencing with their kids. For too long these subjects have been discouraged or silenced. I’d love to publish some more creative writing on this topic, especially if you are struggling with a child who actively tries to move away from gender normative preferences. A society where everyone can be themselves – thanks Gloria for those aspirational words.
* Gloria Steinem