When I was a child,
my greatest wish,
was to be a boy.
I would not wear dresses or skirts,
and liked nothing better,
than to go climbing or play football with the boys.
As the years went by,
I did grow into my female self,
and liked what it offered me.
However I always felt,
that girls were just as good as boys,
and railed against discrimination.
For years I believed,
that there were no differences,
apart from the physical.
Then I got married!
Even though I had had two brothers,
it was my husband who taught me daily,
how different men and women were.
Then we had a baby.
and those differences got a whole lot more obvious.
As a mother I felt I knew better,
how to rear our child.
I liked to dress her well,
He just believed in dressing her,
anything would suffice!
I liked to stick to routine,
he didn’t know how to even spell it.
I cried as I put away clothes she had grown out of,
He delighted at her getting bigger.
I liked her to be put to sleep in her cot,
he carried her around,
and regularly fell asleep on the couch with her.
As a new mom,
and someone not long married,
I found these differences very difficult.
I could not understand,
why he would not care about everything,
just as much as I did.
My way made sense.
I was sure I was right.
Time has passed.
Our children have grown older.
What they wear and how they sleep,
are no longer issues.
We continue to argue,
over our differences,
and now our children also become involved.
I put my argument forward.
And on many occasions,
would you believe it,
my own family,
do not agree with me!
Could it really be that I have been wrong all along?