Love, big bad boss

Dearest Shane

When I was young, I was told what to do ALOT. Being bossed never felt nice. Till this day, I dislike being bossed. Like you, I have a big problem with accepting authority.

So when I tell you
“switch off the tv”
“stop pushing your mei mei”
“keep your toys”

I know how that sucks - being restricted from doing the things you feel like doing. One day, you’ll tell me to keep quiet and to stop telling you how to run your life.

I probably will keep telling you what you should do.

I might even maintain silence, but that won’t stop me from feeling responsible for the way you turn out.

I have a confession. Many times, I feel like shirking this responsibility.

Just after you started to walk by yourself, I brought you to Parkway Parade and let go of your hands so that you could walk down the shopping aisles yourself.

You started to grab all the stuffed toys at the Looney Tunes store. You upset the whole basket of Winnie the Poohs and Eeyores. I couldn’t stop you. It was embarrassing. When I tried to pull you away you started to cry and scream. You know what I did? I walked away, a safe distance so that I wouldn’t be associated as your mother. Immediately, I felt better. That isn’t my child. Where is his mom I wonder?

Your grandma bought me 2 canes. Spare the rod and spoil the child she said. I kept them in the shoe cupboard unsure whether I would ever use it until one day, when you whacked your baby sis. I took out the canes from the cupboard. I wielded it and smacked the floor. Hear that? How would you like that on your butt?

You, who had never felt the pain of the cane on your virgin butt, laughed out loud. You thought it was funny. I started to laugh too. I laughed for my son’s lack of fear for the cane. I laughed for my 7 year old self who locked herself in the toilet to avoid the cane.

Haha cane! You have no power over us now!

Lately, the humour has started to run out when you do naughty things. You have started to defy me. You have started pleading with me in preference to your papa who is stern with you. Before it gets too late, I have to start disciplining you before you get too spoilt.

So, I say this under my breath as generations of parents have said before (and despite how cute you look when you are defying orders)

“Much as I hate to, I have to do this.”

As a child being punished, I never got that.

In this divide between us, between what you understand and feel like doing vs the rules which are necessary, I stand as your big bad boss and very beloved asshole mom.

As for the cane, I've thrown it out of the house. Don't tell grandma.