Growing up as a person of Indian descent, it is ingrained in you that when it comes to having a child—a boy is better than having a girl.
Dear My Main Man, I write to you because out of every helping hand I have received in this world, yours is the one with the most impact. You receive the least amount of credit and praise for the things you do. You’ve always stood back and let me shine or run in the rain knowing I always get caught up in a storm. You’re always stepping in when I call for you, knowing you can’t be more than a few feet away ready to comfort me in your arms as you have been doing for years. It’s time that light radiates on who you are and the love that you have shown me.
At face value, my dad is a traditional Punjabi, conservative and serious father who just wants the best for his daughter. Yet over the years, all of the guidance he has provided me and all of the choices he has made for me have all screamed feminism. The decisions he made in raising me would make Sheryl Sandberg proud; however, his behavior was never meant to work towards feminism or gender equality -- it was just a great externality.
Years ago, my siblings and I pooled together our allowance money and bought our dad the perfect father’s day gift- a t-shirt that read “ ‘Because I Said SO,’ A Dad’s Answer to Everything.”