If I were a Boy (?)
Building a Duplo is my everyday tasks nowadays (seems 'easy job', right?) A long time ago, my mother often told me that being a boy is much easier than being a girl. Yeah, hold your horses, boy! Don’t get mad at what an old woman with three sons and a daughter has to say. Lately, I’ve been thinking, she’s been right all along. Yes, yes, yes, being a boy is also hard, especially when it comes to the responsibilities of being a breadwinner. But let me break it down—hear me out—so you can understand my point of view and be a little more understanding toward the women in your life. Actually, it all started to become crystal clear when I was pregnant and then had my baby. First, there was the hormonal storm that completely took over my body and mind. If it’s supposed to be a partnership between a man and a woman, why does only the woman’s body go through all of it? Yes, yes, it’s my destiny. But still—that’s something to be envious of! And I thought it would end there, but boy...
