What a week it has been!
Mommy’s partner (and Boss) was away so I couldn’t go home early.
This means no exercise for the past 7 days.
Not good.
I promise to make it up to you this week, ok? I know when I exercise, both you and I benefit: You get a healthier environment to grow in and Mommy doesn’t balloon into a whale and get into all sorts of difficulties while giving birth to you.
Yesterday, Mommy had a very interesting experience at a Positive Parenting workshop with Aunty Hsian and Uncle Srihari.
This “Children Are From Heaven” workshop was again Aunty Hsian’s idea (you’ll meet her and discover what a fun Aunt she is when you’re born).
Your dad was on house-chores-and-visit-parents duty so he wasn’t with us.
Anyway, it was a 9am till 6pm session and Mommy learnt heaps of ways on how to bring you up properly.
First of all, you’ll be happy to know that nothing about a cane or feather duster was mentioned.
We might show you what they look like, though, so you know what Daddy and I have gone through before.
You see, when we were younger, your grandparents would cane us for a variety of reasons. Mostly, it was for lying about being Top 5 in class (sometimes we were 8th or 9th!) and trying to kill our brothers. But generally, it was for being naughty.
How times have changed.
In fact, these days you’re allowed to make mistakes, be different, want more things, be emotionally negative, and even say “No” if, let’s say, you’ve been asked to clean your room. Of course, this is only as long as you know that both Daddy and Mommy are the Bosses. What does that mean? Well, simply that sometimes there’s no negotiation, and you just have to do what we ask you.
Isn’t that cool?
You’ll also be happy to know that we believe that every child should have room to be naughty and mischievous. You’re just trying to learn what you can do and what you can’t. But see, that’s also why Daddy and Mommy need to teach you what is right and wrong.
Doing what is right can give joy to yourself and other people.
Doing what’s wrong can land you in jail.
There are no toys in jail. No friends. And no pizza, either. Think about that before you chuck a fit and your dinner at Mommy’s or Daddy’s face.
At the end of the day, just know this: We love you very much. And so does God Who decided to give you life (and your parents a chance to nurture and shape that life). And it’s only because of love that we hope you’ll grow up well adjusted, well mannered, and happy. (With no criminal record.)
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