My two boys are seven and two.
They are my Sun and my Moon.
They brighten my days and shimmer my nights.
The happiness they render is unfathomable.
They are my salt and pepper.
They bring taste to my life.
I am no astronomer observing from far and beyond.
But they are far too valuable to let them go by themselves.
No kid likes to be corrected, especially, by their mom.
My sons are reprimanded for breaking the boundaries.
They are no longer my “little angels.”
They are just two people; meant to be shown the way.
I know that hurts; I ride the same roller coaster too.
The scene isn’t picturesque; it isn’t pleasing either.
Alas! I can’t cede to such weaknesses.
I have to guide them through.
Learning to attune to a fine act of balancing;
It’s hard but I try being firm, fair, at times flexible too.
I am no “Tiger mom” but no “Scared-y cat” either.
I hope the day comes when they could proudly say,
“Whatever you did…worked for us, Mom. It was the right thing to do.”
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By Amy Chua