“I have priorities. Maintaining my daughter is my first”, says Whitney Houston
…a voice echoed. I feel like it’s been a long time here but I’m starting to realize it at this moment. I’m aware of a few things around me and this voice guiding me everywhere I go. I don’t know what I am exactly but I feel safe and protected. Something is constantly pumping and moving. I can constantly feel you talking to me; you say your name is “Mother”.
They say I’m a “Foetus”. I barely know what it means. They say my eyelids have formed but mother I can’t see or gaze, it’s all shut and sealed. I keep feeling movements and there’s this familiar place you keep going to. You make these sounds and feel weak, mom I’m a bit worried now too. Dad said he wants to make me public. I’ve never seen someone so happy but I do feel it inside you every minute! I have really tiny fingers and toes but I’m sure it’s my large head that’s messing with your figure!
It’s the second trimester and now my ears confirm the sounds. I can clearly distinguish the laughter and the sniffs of happiness that you make but always want to hide, Mother. I can feel us expanding but only you’re bearing the brunt of it all. I can slowly feel the sacrifices you make but you say nothing at all! I feel stronger, I’m 10 inches now. I’m trying to attack the world outside; the ones who constantly ask you about me. I don’t feel the good vibe; I feel there’s something they want to do to stop me. They talk of big machines and scanners, but I know you don’t want that for me. I think I can feel us growing together and I know you’ll be happy with me forever!
Mother, I am tired of sleeping but sleep is all that makes me calm; only second to your mollifying voice. I feel safe and secure but I don’t know why people are worried, there’s so much of commotion all around just to know my gender! I somehow wonder how it is so important when we two don’t have a problem. We’ve created a bond so rare, but yet they seem to be the one in despair.
I can hear clearly now and I can see all around. I wish I could see your beautiful face just the way I’ve felt it for so long. Thank you for the sweet, Mother! The happiness you got after eating that ice cream, gave dad another reason to tweet. Even though you seem scared and worried, dad soothes you with those quotes. We seem like a perfect team altogether but sometimes I feel there’s a lot of anxiety around. I know mom it’s not from you or dad it’s the society and its norm.
Today we visited him, he told me to push and spoke of Braxton again. I feel I’m ready to come out but have this fear of the people around. I know you’ll keep me soft and tender, but society keeps asking about my gender! I don’t know why it’s such a concern when I feel so strong and motivated. Something tells me inside you won’t let me go; you’ll nurture and guide me just like before! I know how much you’re going through, Mother, I promise to be your strength. I love your courage and wisdom and I want to be like you because the world seems cruel and unforgiving. All are none like you!
Mother, I can’t wait to see you, so humble and kind. Everything is so rushed up, with daddy running around. I don’t understand why you are screaming, Mother? I know you’re good at this, Mother; the strong exterior but softness inside. That’s why I can sense your warmth and happiness even when it seems like something else. My head is small, soft and delicate; I’m pushing through really hard. Help me mother like you always do, this time I want to see you!
I’m finally out now. Everything is so white and unclear. I can hear daddy clearer now and the other figure no longer talks of Braxton anymore. He placed me slowly into your arms and immediately I sensed it was you, your tender touch was all I ever wanted; I somehow am like you! I couldn’t stop but stare at you; that glow that warmth that smell is so unique, humble and true. Everyone’s rejoicing “it’s a baby girl!”, they say.
I feel happy because I’m getting to be everything I felt inside of you!
As I hold your finger with my fist, I promise to never leave you as daddy says that I’m your Daughter now and he held us too. Quoting a soother he repeated his words,
“Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of us.”- Haley James Scott
A message from God, indeed; every child brings a message. A daughter is a delight. She’s the messenger for world creation, in disguise!
Happy Daughter’s Day!