If I have to think of an analogy for parenting, the battle for survival between the python and cobra (a 12-hour real life incident that hogged headlines in my country) comes to mind.
Wah, so dramatic.
My son and I were at the Tomica specialty shop yesterday. He fell prey to the assembly factory gimmick. Apparently, for ¥900, he could actively assemble his choice of Toyota (under the watchful guidance of a staff member, of course). Since this experience won’t be replicated in Singapore, I happily paid for it. And took a video of his entire involvement to boot.
This happy tale drastically switched tone. This morning, he playfully put his Toyota inside a coin locker outside the JR station. We have enough experience to predict what would happen next, but he hadn’t the faintest clue. Anyway, the lock slammed shut. He asked me to help. I couldn’t retrieve it even if I had a million bucks to spare because I didn’t have the QR code that would grant me access to that locker.
In a split instant, pride and joy of spending transformed into anger. But it isn’t so much about the waste of money. To me, it’s about the emotional energy I had to expend throughout the process. A million questions raced through my mind like a tornado whizzing through the land. How accountable did I need to hold him to be? How much of my unbridled fury did I need to filter before I responded to him? Did he get to buy another Tomica toy today or should I stew the purchase in hopes that he would internalise today’s lesson? All these required decision-making, which was something my free-spirited self didn’t gravitate towards.
Add to this a twist. He might be angry with me because I was angry with him. What on earth has parenting come down to these days?!
So, I think you can understand my analogy now. One moment, I’m a harmless python just innocently slithering through the woods. Out of the blue, I am struck by a deadly cobra. Before I know it, I’m caught in a deadly battle between logic and emotion, between unleashing my disappointment and regulating my self. This parenting endeavour is no fun.