I often reflect on growing up – where we were, where we are now, and how we got here.
I greatly respect my mother for
accepting tolerating the decisions I’ve made that would have caused lesser women to convulse.
When I was in Singapore last year and it was just the two of us sitting in the kitchen, I asked her:
“How does it feel to watch your children do things that you don’t like?”
To which she replied:
“You know a mother hen, right? Her chicks always follow her, gather around her feet.
“When a chick strays or gets lost, the mother hen flaps her wings and gets the chick back in line.”
And there you have it, folks: parenting in an eggshell.
Happy new year.