Raising a feminist son

I’ve stumbled across many parents who say they don’t know how to raise a boy who is a feminist but then almost everyone seems to know what they want in son-in-laws. So I’m raising a son my future daughter-in-law will thank me for, I’m raising a son who everyone will want as their son-in-law.

My son knows what periods are, he knows the pain & the PMS. He knows how to gently rub tummies that hurt during menstrual cramps and he knows to apply heat packs to the backs that ache; he is extremely good at back, shoulder and head massage for the tired souls; he knows how to support and hold up a sick person, never backing off from the pungent vomit odour; he knows to pack lunches and to grill & bake few things; he has his own few signature dishes that we love!

He knows what “CONSENT” means and that NO means “NO”!!




Every Friday after school, my son does all the laundry and hangs out all the clothes, he folds them too. It’s my son’s job to vacuum the home. He knows how to clean up after himself.

I’m raising a boy who will be very helpful for his future partner in every step of their way in life : from period cramps to sharing household chores, from nausea to neatly folding clothes, from wiping toys daily to changing nappies, my son has learnt to take them all as part and parcel of life and partnership. He’s learnt that there’s no gender specific roles in the house or outside.

I AM RAISING A SON WHO KNOWS WHAT IT’S LIKE BEING A WOMAN.

I hope this is how we raise a boy to be a feminist. I know he will be a massive help to his partner. I know girls’ parents would want a son-in-law like him!

I wish that all parents learnt to teach and raise all boys to be helpful like this. I wish ego, pride and masculinity weren’t force-fed to young brains to act a certain way. I wish mothers and fathers realise how easy it is to change societal mindset by being the change at home. I wish parents realised that the sons they raise now will be the counterparts of the daughters they wouldn’t have to worry about tomorrow.

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