Incident one. In the train, a family of four sat opposite me. The dad was with the older daughter, while the mum was with the younger. There was no problem with the older kid but the younger one was getting unsettled, grouchy and could never keep still. She seemed like a little pampered grumpy princess. Guess what her mummy did???
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No... not slap her, scold her nor gave her a stern stare. She carried her on her shoulder, tried to coax her to sleep... gave her a warm hug and kiss on her forehead. At that instant, I felt what seemed like a kick in my face, teaching kids is not about being harsh. It is no longer about screaming and running after them with cane or feather duster. Everyone needs love, so do the little children at such a young age! How my parents have disciplined me does not mean I'll have to do the same way to my kids...
Incident two. I have just returned from work, at the lift lobby I saw this little girl giving a shout to her daddy before she ran up the stairs. Her dad was going to take the lift, while she did the climbing. I got into the same lift with her dad and when we exited at the 6th storey I saw the little girl panting as she made her way up to the 6th. As I looked on, I saw her doting daddy held his hand out to her and called,"Come... Tired already??" (I think those are what he said) The daddy held his little girl's hand and they walked back to their flat. As a stranger, I felt their love... I felt that fatherly love I never seem to have. I was touched for quite a while and often wish my parents were so loving to us...
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