Life’s Longest Exam
I once heard that your kids’ manners say more than the Prada shoes they wear. I don’t think that’s a lie. In fact, I tend to agree with this way more than I care to share. Anyway, as the modern parent would say “They’re just children, let them be.” I’m kind enough to cut them some slack. But I have this theory:
Parenthood is like a long-term exam, and every parent writes with permanent ink.
From the point that child hits the hospital bed, or the floor or whatever surface yours hit – at that exact moment, life stops being about you, and it becomes all about them. You become a candidate in an exam room, and guess what?! That exam lasts twenty-one good years!! It’s a long period and at times you feel fit enough to mark your own exams but uliskia wapi???!
After 21 years you’ve completed your exam and that is when LIFE, parenthood’s a very able and strict examiner, marks and gives you the results. The good thing about this exam is that no mwakenya, money or power can save a cheating fellow.
What I’m saying is – parenthood is about making useful humans serve this planet and what you put on your exam paper will determine what generation you will bring up.
Kind reminder, garbage in = garbage out.
By Ule M’real