Letter From The Unborn Child.

Dear Dad and Mum,
I write this letter with a deep sense of concern over the kind of future you want me to have. It’s no news that you have really anticipated my coming to this world. Starting from your engagement with my father or mother, you both tendered your requests to Providence concerning my arrival. While my arrival has traditionally become a day of joy for you, all I did during those moments was to shed tears. Doctors and medical personnel have long concluded that my tears are of medical importance. Well, let me ask, would your festivity over me be eternal or ephemeral? Oh! I know that sucks. But it appears to be the truth and one thing about the truth is that it can only be denied, not avoided.


Won’t you start regretting giving birth to me the moment I fail to regurgitate repetitive and insensitive pieces of information given to me in school? Will you still be happy if my teacher tells you I am a failure just because she fails to figure out my best method of learning? With all due respect sir and ma’am, there are no stupid students, there are only inflexible teachers. Will you still feel proud of me if I fail to have straight A’s in my sciences when I dream to become an artist? If our neighbor’s child wins several awards for memorizing facts and dates and after the tests he forgets them, will you feel regretful because of I am different?


Every parent with two or more children will confirm that each child has a different brain and feeding them with the same piece of information isn’t going to lead to growth. Hold on for a while and imagine exactly what would happen if all the patients in a hospital were given the same medicine. The results would be tragic!


A man by the name Howard Gardner came up with a theory of multiple intelligence. He said that there are different types of learners. Those who learn by touch, those who learn by story, the auditory learners, the kinesthetic learners. Surprising, isn’t? Why then do schools expose us to one type of learning? BULIMIA!!!


You have been in the world for a while so I mean no disrespect when I remind you that every child has a different need, different dream, different strength, different gift. So would you work with me to figure out the best way I can learn or you make me go through hell while you compare me with my mates?


Well let me say dad and mum, with all due respect, that the biggest factor of a child’s success isn’t grades. It is FAMILY LOVE.


And I am concerned if you will leave home for work 6’oclock in the morning, let the house maid take me to school, send the driver to pick me from school and when you arrive at 9’oclock in the evening, I will be on bed.


And I am concerned if during your leisure time, you’d be on the cell phone discussing work issues with others while I live in emotional darkness.


And I am concerned if during weekends, you’ll attend parties and go to your friend’s house to relax while I deal with emotional trauma.


And I am concerned if I will be the first student to pay my school fees while I be the last student to develop emotionally, mentally, and psychologically.


And I am concerned if I have a question on my History assignment and you’ll tell me to use Google search.


Hey Mum! And I am concerned if you would make me skip breakfast, eat snacks and chocolates for lunch and during dinner, we take pizza because you are so bothered about your work assignment.

Hello dad! I know you are currently doing well with your profession but would you forcefully drive me to take the path you took because of your selfish desire to preserve your reputation and unconsciously destroy the dream I have for my generation?


Permit me to share a passage from a book titled “The Prophet” by Khalil Gibran.
… Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
YOU may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of to–morrow, which you cannot visit,
not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you…

If you have planned to make me live through all these, consider it one of the greatest error in the history of man. Because while children may be 20% of your population, we are 100% of your future. And I tell you that an error does not become a mistake until you refuse to correct it. Should you choose to correct your errors before they become a mistake, it is up to you.


Yours sincerely,
The Unborn Child.

3 thoughts on “Letter From The Unborn Child.”

  1. I always feel elated anytime I see a message from you,because I know I’m about to be fed with “food for thoughts”… Continue to bask in knowledge. I am proud of you

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