Short story:
Typically he took control whether we liked it or not. That’s how I would describe my husband Samuel or Sam for short. My husband and I have been married for the past five years. We now have a child together who is a year and a half old and her name is Annabelle or Belle for short. She means the world to us and is our little princess. During the past year, my husband and I have been discussing on ways we should raise our daughter. Sam has been brought up in a strict family, so he has strict views on certain things. Sam stated that our children would be raised having likes for things such as colours, clothes and toys according to their gender. Belle will grow up liking girl colours such as pink and purple, princesses and dolls and dresses and skirts. If we ever have a son, he would play with trucks, cars and Lego and like the colours blue and green. Sam and I normally butt heads when it comes to gender stereotypes. I am happy with whatever our children grow up to like as long as they have a smile on their face and are happy everyday. My husband on the other hand does not agree with me, he finds every moment of the day to enforce gender stereotypes on our children. My opinion is never heard and he always has the tendency to take control like a president of his country.
Since my husband and I work, I normally drop Belle off to my next-door neighbor Anna who babysits and takes care of her. Belle is such as bright child and is always joyed by going to Anna’s house because she gets to play with Jason, Anna’s two year old son. Everyday after I picked her up from next door, she would always be so happy and tell me what she did. One day when I picked her up and put her on my hip, I noticed she had a big smile on her face like a Cheshire cat. “Hi Honey how was your day today?” I asked. “It was so fun mummy, I can’t wait to go tomorrow”, she answered. “I wonder what my little girl did today that put a big smile on her face”, I mentioned. “Today when I...