Being a mother of boys in a macho society.
I was taught that being a mother of "boys" was almost a complete disgrace, almost a condemnation to abandonment if I didn't become a mother of a girl.
I grew up hearing all the stories of how men left home and always ran after women, leaving their parents in oblivion, how in many families parents grew old alone without the care or love of those children who, when they grew up, had left and were almost non-existent... and to my surprise, and today I say to my fortune, life gave me not 1 but 2 "male" children. And was I afraid? ... of course I was, did all those childhood stories about what it meant to be a mother of boys rumble in my thoughts? ... of course they tormented me at the beginning... did I have the illusion of having girls? ... always since I knew I wanted to be a mom... but the best of all is that thanks to life I understood that all those fears, anxieties and prejudices came from the society of males where I grew up... even when my center was composed of women, 2 sisters, my mom and a respectful dad who never made us feel less for being women, who empowered us and taught us not to depend on men. My largest circle was full of men raised in machismo, taught to be strong, not to cry, to hardly feel, to protect... a Latin society where it was okay to see that men could leave almost without warning, where they were unfaithful by nature and that was even a little fun, that lack of sensitivity in parenting left adult men insensitive, afraid to show sweetness, tenderness for fear of being judged, so in the end that was why women were always the daughters who were aware of their parents, who accompanied them and took care of them, those who did not leave and almost had the task of caring for their old age forever.
