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Monday, March 03, 2008

good example?

I am fond of eating "chichiria", a trait that a lot of Filipinos I'm sure share. We love nuts, chicharon, chips, candies, etc. Specially when we're watching the TV or movies at home like bonified couch potatoes. My hubby doesn't share this much so if there is any chichiria at home, I was usually the culprit.

My routine would be coming home from work, changing into house clothes and wind-down for a relaxing evening with my family. I would get a cold drink and get the pack of chips to nibble some while waiting for dinner. I KNOW. It should be after dinner and a few hours or so. Well, I am only human and geez, I reckon, if I can't even do what I want to do at home, where else can I be myself.

Then one night, before dinner, and sitting at the chair, my eldest brought a bag of chips to us and was asking us to open it for him. His Dad immediately told him off and said that it should not be opened because we were going to eat dinner shortly. I was looking at this little exchange and did not say anything. Because deep down I suddenly felt guilty.

Guilty because I'm sure he saw me doing it so he thinks that this is OK for him to do as well. You know, the old adage that children will do as their parents do. And I was left in a dilemma. Because I can't have any double-standards at home that I can do it because I'm an adult and I say so while he's a kid and he should just follow what we tell him. If I put myself in the shoes of my kid, then I would really be vexed. So...

I am still in a dilemma... what do you think?

1 Comments:

Blogger hector_olympus said...

that's one exciting thing about parenthood.

nice writings :)

11:14 AM

 

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