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 a theory.

Parenthood is like a long-term exam, and every parent writes with permanent ink. From that point the 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 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 to serve this planet, and what you put on your exam paper will determine what generation you will bring up.

A gentle reminder: Garbage in = garbage out.

By Ule M’real