Friday, March 8, 2013

Without them we are nothing....

My Tribute to Women on World's Women's Day

When did you begin your life? At conception. And, at that point, for you to be brought to life, you changed her life – physically and mostly emotionally. She got sick carrying you in her body. Her hormones changed, her weight changed, her moods swung, she vomited, she fell sick for months, her skin stretched, creating marks. And some of these have remained permanent on her as a testament to your existence. And in many instances she stopped doing what she loves so can be safe in her body, so you can come out without deformities. Yes, she worried about you coming out perfectly.

Then she went on what they call labour. The word is not accidental. It is LABOUR. Hard labour, in which many in her situation, particularly in countries such as ours, don’t come out alive. I do not know how it feels to be in labour but what is clear is that the pain went away once you came out. You were called a bundle of joy. And you left many marks, visible and non-visible, on her. When you came out, she inspected every inch your body not so that she can discard you, but so that she can love you more.

Her body was made as it is so that you can come to life. Nine months in her body, you were protected, you were warm, you were fed – your body connected to hers through a cord, a cord of life, a cord that has left a mark on your body to remind you that your existence would not have been possible without her selflessness.

When you came out, the cord was cut off. But it didn’t mean that the connection ended. Your food – very first food, the essence of your nourishment – came from her body. You kept her up at night, you pooped and peed on her. But you were still a bundle of joy.

As you grew up, you made mistakes, you disappointed her. Why did she put up with all your mischief? Because she does not want to see the marks you left on her as a mistake. Because you were and you ARE a bundle of joy.

Then, after all this, she is still a second-class member of society, deemed incapable of what other species can do and achieve, unbefitting of the privileges that males enjoy. You and I need to change this. And what should be the motivation? The mark on stomachs.  


Anonymous said...

In deed. wise words and we need to start to spread this message starting on the household level. Our daughters and sons ought to see that their fathers respect and love their mothers and this will truly leave a mark on their lives and they will be the one to change how we have treated our women. Thanks for this tribute and I hope it can be published on other blogs. It starts from you and me at our own homes.

Anonymous said...

This sort of mawkish, maudlin and almost oleaginous celebration of maternal virtues, strikingly void of nuance, is the very thing that props up or subtends the misogynist diminution of women.