"Baby.. Come daddy carry.. Daddy carry you until you big big girl also no problem! Daddy sayang sayang you oh!"
Smiling to myself, I couldn't help but wonder... if it was a baby boy, I doubt Dear Hubby would fawn or fuss or manja gedik-gedik so excessively much. 0_o Haha!
In Chinese society, it is the guy who bears the surname of the family and only their generation offsprings' names can be written in the family's ancestral book. Giving birth to a baby boy brings such pride and 'face' to the family. Looking at China's one-child family law and the outrageous number of abandoned baby girls, you know what I mean.
I used to think that being a guy is so much easier than a girl. First of the list, being a guy means no embarrassing period stain on the skirts. No need to bring extra pads for outings. No need panty liners. No need to always keep a pack of tissue in bag for 'emergency'. No need to worry about dirty toilet seats in public toilets. No need to spend precious time searching for the perfect bra. No need to fight the urge to adjust (embarrassedly) the underwire bra in public. No need to worry about leaking milk or stretch marks or Kegel's....
Guys.. Well, guys & their sticks and can go around screwing people. They can just wiggle out their sticks and pee anywhere. In my mind --> they can own an attitude and talk non-sensible bull and curse and people will only shrugged. They can stay out late at night and proudly be spotted at clubs and pubs and no one will raise a brow. They can wear their jeans hanging from their asses and people will simply say, "Aiyah, that's a fashion... Fashion...."
I used to wear straps & pants in my teenage years and my neighbours and relatives almost boggled their eyes out 0_o. Fashion also le.. *kolot*
Guys... They seem like they are able to do anything as they wish and get away with it. They seem to lead a MORE carefree life. Perhaps, that that was merely their attitude towards life that is different from us ladies. After years of critical observation and scrutiny, we are erm.. what you can describe as more uptight and rigid (plainly known as sensitive 'small-gas 'control freak) which also make lady bosses MORE hormonal and hell to work with. @_@ But, I'm not gonna touch on that topic today.
Yes I realise I'm a female too. -_-
I used to want to be reborned as a guy.
I used to think that... until now.
They say man is the head of the family (no pun intended). I say that's true.
And I say woman is the neck of the family.
❤ So... if the neck turns to right, the head follows. Haha. Get it? Agree? ❤
In the front, they seem to be making all the major decisions, but it is also us, the women, who silently help to manage and take care of the household matters, sharing the responsibilities. Though we seem like the weaker gender, but only God knows our true strengths. Though we are the smaller size gender, but we can endure much bigger and stronger things than ourselves - childbirth, motherhood and the ability to love unconditionally.
If I can choose... If I can choose, in my next human life, I would choose to be woman 👠💄💅👛👗🙋 again. No doubt.
Apart from that, being a woman also means pampering and ❤ loving for life, by man, indefinitely.
I'm blessed to have great men in my life who love and love to pamper me.
When I was younger, I liked to pretend to be sleeping on the sofa so that daddy aka LeBoss would carried me to my bed at night after his night tuitions *teehee*. I love to read. Reading is my all-time favourite past time. Lots and lots of story books (adventures, girly fairy tales, detectives - Sweet Valley whole collection, Lima Sekawan collection, Enid Blyton, etc etc) piled up in my childhood room, all were bought by LeBoss's hard-earned $$$. When I knew about how he (painstakingly) bought the beautiful black piano for me, it brought tears to my eyes and made me treasure it more. It was this same man who gave me away at my wedding. *sniffles*
When I got older, then-boyfriend-turned-fiancée took over the role of protecting and loving me. I must admit, I was spoiled unsparingly! Haha! Showered with generous gifts and expensive dinners, lavished with extravagant trips, fulfilling backpacking adventures across Europe... I am treated with love and respect. How could I not married this gentleman who never says No to me, who loves me more than anything in this world? *swooning* ❤❤❤
And when I'm old, aged (and Botox-loaded) if we are blessed to have a son, then him and/or my future son-in-law, would take over that responsibility to take care of me in my old days, in a luxurious beautiful retirement village (I sure do hope we have such 'homes' by the time I'm old). I'd stay there (with my retirement funds) with Dear Hubby (if he is still around lol) and they'd come visit us, with our grandchildren and bring us a good bottle of red wine. And we'd all be sprawled across the freshly-lawned garden and spend a good evening chatting and laughing and clinking glasses at the 'good old times'. All while my grandchildren wonder how I looked 40years old!! (hahahha.... Super perasan!!!).
And the rest of my life..... is and will be taken care of....
It is as if by the law of life, we are bound to be pampered and taken care of. ❤❤❤
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