My Husband Demanded a Second Child Because Our First Wasn\u2019t \u2018Aryan\u2019 Enough \u2013 I Gave Him a Reality CheckI realized I had to take action when my husband suggested our daughter wasn\u2019t \u201cEuropean\u201d enough. I thought I\u2019d gone too far, but as I watched his world come apart, I came up with a plan to teach him a lesson.I found myself standing in my living room, gazing at my spouse as if he were unfamiliar. Peter\u2019s words lingered in the air between us, and my world tipped on its axis.\u201cWhat do you mean, you want another kid?\u201d I asked, attempting to maintain a steady tone. \u201cAmelia\u2019s only one year old, and you\u2019ve been distant ever since she was born.\u201dPeter sidestepped my stare as he ran a hand over his hair.\n
\u201cWell, Nora, I just hoped she would end up pale and blue-eyed like my mother and sister. However, she doesn\u2019t resemble my vision at all.\u201d My mouth dropped. \u201cAre you serious right now?\u201d \u201cI just thought maybe our second one would look more\u2026 you know, European?\u201dI answered sharply, \u201cNo, actually, I don\u2019t know what you mean.\u201d \u201cCare to explain?\u201d Peter moved apprehensively. \u201cLet me say that I\u2019m honored to be Norwegian. My family won\u2019t put up with Amelia looking so\u2026 brown, I\u2019m afraid.\u201dI was hearing things that I couldn\u2019t believe. Speaking about our daughter as though she were a letdown, even my own spouse. I started to feel angry, and before I knew it, we were having a heated disagreement.Peter, she\u2019s our daughter! How are you even able to think this way?\u201d I yelled. He cried back, \u201cI can\u2019t help how I feel!\u201d \u201cI just wanted a kid that looked like me!\u201d We spent what seemed like hours going back and forth.\n
I was heartbroken and fatigued by the time Peter stormed out, slamming the door behind him. But while I sat there in the stillness, a thought started to come to me.I grabbed my phone and called my mother. \u201cHi, Mom. Do you have a couple days to watch Amelia? Peter needs to learn a lesson from me.\u201d Thank God, my mother didn\u2019t ask a lot of questions. She merely uttered, \u201cObviously, honey. Whenever you\u2019re ready, invite her over.\u201d \u201cThanks, Mom,\u201d I moaned. \u201cI\u2019ll explain everything later, I promise.\u201dAfter Peter departed for work the following morning, I packed up Amelia\u2019s belongings. I kept thinking about Peter\u2019s remarks as I zipped up her little luggage. How was he not able to notice her perfection?With a heavy heart, I traveled to my mother\u2019s house. Mom hugged me after taking one look at my face when I got there. \u201cOh, honey,\u201d she said. \u201cWhat happened?\u201dThat\u2019s when I broke down and told her everything in tears. She listened with incredulity and rage. \u201cThat man,\u201d she murmured once I was done. \u201cI ought to give him a piece of my mind.\u201d \u201cNo, Mom,\u201d I wiped my tears and answered. \u201cI have a scheme in place.\n
Please just watch after Amelia for me.She drew Amelia closer as she nodded. \u201cI\u2019m sure I will. You take the necessary action.\u201dIt was harder than I thought to leave Amelia. I gave her plump cheeks a kiss and breathed in her lovely baby smell. I whispered, \u201cMommy loves you so much.\u201d \u201cNever forget that.\u201d I spent the day preparing myself for what was ahead after I came home. That night, my heart began to race as soon as I heard Peter\u2019s key in the lock. Entering, he scowled at the unexpected silence. \u201cNora? \u201cWhere is Amelia?\u201d I inhaled deeply. \u201cI gave her up for adoption.\u201d Peter became very pale. \u201cWhat? What topic are you discussing?\u201dI said in a firm voice, \u201cWell, you said you wanted a more Nordic-looking child.\u201d \u201cI therefore believed we could try again. Perhaps this time we\u2019ll have the pale-skinned, blue-eyed child you\u2019ve always wanted.\u201d \u201cAre you insane?\u201d With frenzied eyes, Peter yelled. \u201cWhere is she now? \u201cWhere is our daughter? I watched as the situation\u2019s realism set in. Peter collapsed onto the couch, his body trembling with tears as his legs gave way. \u201cHow could you do this?\u201d He choked to death. \u201cI didn\u2019t intend to\u2026 I never desired\u2026\u201d I fell to my knees next to him as tears welled up in my own eyes. \u201cHow do you think Amelia would feel, knowing her father was disappointed in her just because of how she looks?\u201d With a mask of agony on his face, Peter glanced up at me. \u201cI truly apologize.\n
I\u2019ve been a complete moron. I promise that I adore Amelia. I was simply, you know, unclear. Fearful? Ignorant? Both?\u201dI inhaled deeply. \u201cAmelia is staying with my mother. She is secure. Peter\u2019s face showed a visible wave of relief. Slumping into me, he sobbed even more. \u201cOh, I\u2019m so grateful to God. I believed that I had lost her for good.\u201d We talked and cried together for a long while as we sat there on the floor. Peter opened up about his worries about losing touch with his roots, disappointing his family, and not being able to connect with Amelia. \u201cBut in the end, none of that matters,\u201d he stated. \u201cShe is our offspring. Nora, I adore her so much. It amazes me that I allowed my foolish preconceptions to stand in the way of that. I wiped my eyes and nodded. \u201cPeter, we must perform better. For the benefit of Amelia. She deserves to have parents who will always love and accept her.\u201d\u201cYou\u2019re correct,\u201d declared Peter. Can we go grab her now? Would you please? I had to hold her and see her.\u201d We were both immersed in our thoughts as we silently drove to my mom\u2019s place. Peter virtually raced to the door when we arrived. Answering, my mother held Amelia. Peter broke down in tears once more the instant he saw her. He embraced her and held her tight. He muttered, \u201cI\u2019m so sorry, baby girl.\u201d \u201cDaddy adores you a lot. precisely as you are.\u201d My mother gave me a perplexed look. \u201cI\u2019ll explain later,\u201d I said in a mouthful, and she nodded while holding my hand. Peter and I had a lot of lengthy, difficult talks over the course of the following few weeks. We discussed our identities, the true meaning of family, and the types of parents we wished to become.\n
One night, Peter said, \u201cI never realized how deep my biases ran.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m ashamed of how I acted.\u201d I grasped his hand. \u201cThe important thing is that you\u2019re willing to change.\u201d After learning about the rich history and culture that Amelia would receive from both sides of her family, Peter began investigating my family\u2019s ancestry. He even enrolled in language studies so that as Amelia grew older, he could teach her the original tongue of my family as well as Norwegian.Not everything was simple. Even now, there were still times when I would get a flash of rage recalling what Peter had said, or when his fears would come to the surface. But collectively, we managed to overcome it. When I returned home one day, Peter and Amelia were lying on the floor with books all around them. \u201cWhat\u2019s all this?\u201d I enquired. Peter smiled as he looked up. \u201cWe\u2019re traveling the globe! Amelia should be aware of all the diverse cultures in the world, not just our own.\u201d As I watched them interact, a sensation of warmth filled my chest. I had always dreamed Peter would be a father like this.Peter turned to face me one night while we were standing over Amelia\u2019s cot, watching her sleep.\n
With a quiet \u201cthank you,\u201d he spoke. I questioned, \u201cFor what?\u201d \u201cFor persevering with me. for showing me what\u2019s important in life.\u201d He grinned at our daughter from below. \u201cShe\u2019s perfect, isn\u2019t she?\u201d I rested my head on his shoulder and experienced a wave of calm. Yes, I replied. \u201cShe really is.\u201dIt was clear to me that we still had a long way to go as I observed my spouse softly petting our daughter\u2019s cheek. However, I felt hope for the first time in months. It was going to be all right. Collectively, the three of us.What about Peter\u2019s relatives? But that\u2019s a tale for another day. But let\u2019s just say that they fell in love with Amelia just as fast as we did when they eventually got to meet her. Because love ultimately just sees the heart and cannot distinguish between colors. How would you have responded in that situation?\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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