It’s Isy’s birthday and sure, he has added another feather to his cap and that means I have to start thinking of new ways to make him happy….not food this time but something else, I just have to think…….really hard.
He is all grown up now and I must admit that sometimes I feel he is older than his age. Months ago, I struggled with his wearing diaper and toilet issues but today, I have more issues to worry about……My son just loves female clothes and shoes, okay now…..is he confused or what?, do I have to take him to my pastor for prayers or deliverance?, do I just ignore him and let him wear what he wants……for crying out loud, my husband and I are not Will or Jada….my neighbours will scream, my village people will shout “Abomination”, my church people will banish me from taking communion and my pastor will ask the whole to church to fast and pray for me……these and more I cannot take and so I decided to do something very brilliant.
On this day, I watched him take his sister’s church shoes and wore them, they fitted perfectly, and I invited him for a game of football and he seemed interested but insisted that he was going to wear those shoes to play. Well, I had thought he would take them off and I would hide them from him but things didn’t work out like that…..he played hard and he never fell down, he ran….and comfortably too!. I was jealous and felt, if he walked with the shoes, ran and played football perfectly with those shoes on……then why I should worry……totally unnecessary.
Isy loves ‘Cinderella’ clothes, flowers, hair bands and ruffles…….name them. His sister would shout at the top of her voice “It’s not for boys, it’s for girls” and well, he wouldn’t even want to hear it. One Sunday, we almost didn’t go to church because he really wanted to wear his sister’s pink dress…….heeehehe. And so, I knew it was getting too much for me to handle and I decided that Isy and Papa Isy were going to have a “man to man” talk, telling him in the simplest words, that women and men are different……men from Mars and women from Venus…..bla, bla, bla.
And so, it did happen that Isy is all grown up now, no more dresses, koi koi shoes and wearing hair bands and in my usual self, I am going to give another testimony at church on Sunday. …….Onye n’eme nma, Onye n’eme nma e me kwala oso…… he has done for me………singing.
Happy Birthday Isy, I love you more each day.
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