This post was suggested by @Undisciplined. I’m happy to oblige and 50% of the happy sats goes to him.
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I have always known that I’m a free spirit. What parenting made me realise was how much I hated being bound by rules and obligations.
I send my son to the childcare centre so that they can keep him alive while I’m working. I’m happy if the staff teach him things to prepare him for elementary education, but I resent how the school sometimes dishes out homework.
Can you imagine the chore of having to do a home project with your child on weekends? That is time I cannot utilise on other things. It leaves a sour taste in my mouth because I don’t feel like I am given a choice. Being the rebel that I’m, I will gladly speak my mind to my son’s teachers and say that he won’t be participating in any Show and Tell session that requires him to present his homework.
Sit him out. I don’t care. 🤷♂️
My freedom to choose is more important to me. Already I feel like a syringe being squeezed to the maximum. Only, I’m not as adaptable as air. Squeeze me too much and I feel like exploding.
Maybe it was the way I joined a Meditations book club recently. I somehow feel more in the moment these days.
Which is necessary because apparently, my son needs to do a self-portrait before 8 March.
Today was the only day in which we could complete his homework. The remaining days are spent living from wire to wire because there is just so much to do.
Because my mind was calm, I hit upon the idea of using red packets since Chinese New Year was over. I then took him to the supermarket and bought some foodstuff and stationery. You can say that I had a plan to get his homework done.
Back at home, I steeled myself to assist him by eating the Kit Kat chocolates (which was then used as his clothes for the self-portrait). In all, the time spent wasn’t as agonising as I had feared.
I won’t exactly say that I had fun because negotiating decisions with a 4-year-old expended my energy faster than you might think. But well, he took ownership of the project and executed his creative vision. It could have gone worse.
It would have been worse if I had chosen to stick to resentfulness.
So I guess parenting helps to rein in my free-spirited nature a bit. I don’t know whether it’s a good or bad thing, but at least, I don’t have to worry about not meeting his homework deadline on time.
His favourite colour is blue. That’s why his self-portrait face is blue. I’m just going to unleash his quirky imagination without bothering to censor anything.