Generally, if I say about requests, they might be different: polite, urgent or useless. My mother tried to answer all my requests whether I ask for a new gift or a new puzzle. I don’t know why she behaved like that but it was this way she grew me up. I remember the days when the entire family was setting around the table and waiting for the guests who had to come to the dinner. As for me, I was the last one who occupied the seat at the table. The guests were served first. My father used to put the food on the plates. I forget to mention about my little sister. When she was born, much attention was directed to her not to me. Sometimes it hurt me but I could win the battle. For example, I could break my plate or spill tea or milk on the table cloth and everyone who was sitting at the table looked at me with great interest. I could bring lots of toys along with me and play with them at the table. However, mom just touched my head tenderly and smiled very enigmatically. I thought that it was normal. My parents would eat at six o’clock and after that they switched on TV to see the latest news. Now when I am an adult, things are much different. I cannot stand when my kids are late for dinner. But my wife is very patient – she puts their food back into the stove if they don’t come in time for dinner. At some moments it seems to me that my children believe my rules foolish because they ignore my requests. Toys are everywhere and I didn’t like this; children shout and I become angry with them; they watch TV long and I want to switch it off. What has happened to me? I know that kids are gifts and I love them but why I want them to be quiet. I have forgotten my childhood at all.
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