It is hard being parents

The internet is abuzz with a new name – Amos Yee. If you have been under a rock, the teenager posted up a YouTube video mocking Christianity and insulted Lee Kuan Yee who recently passed, plunging the most of Singapore into a week of mourning. I refuse to watch the video. At time of writing, he was being charged with 3 offences and is out on bail. His father told reporters after the charges were read, that he wanted to take the opportunity to apologise to Prime Minister Lee. His mother, apparently, had also filed a police report as she is unable to control her son.



I glanced through the articles written and this picture made me sad. The worry and sadness on his parents’ face got to me. It must be a time of heartache and immense stress, having to go to court because your child is in trouble. And for a mother to report her own child to the police? The situation must have hit rock bottom before such a drastic action is taken.

My heart goes out to Amos’ parents. I don’t know them, nor their family background/history. It seems like their child is channeling his energies and efforts in trying to get attention. Does this stem from not getting enough attention from his loved ones? From some of his “writings”, he writes pretty well for a teenager and at times, almost coherently. Is this a case of misguided youth? Or a drastic call for help?

Many have jumped on the bandwagon and called him an attention seeker.

“Throw him in jail, he’d learn!”
“He must be suffering from ADHD. Seek help.”
“Own parents cannot control, let the laws deal with him”.
“Schools should change their curriculum to inculcate good values and morals.”

I wish strangers would just STFU and stop being bloody keyboard warriors. Schools should change curriculum? Seriously?! My personal take is, values and morals are learnt AT HOME. The home environment is crucial. From parents, guardians, grandparents, adults. School can only enhance, help and guide. As for the ADHD comment, who made you doctor? Such terms being thrown around loosely just creates stigma, both for children who suffer from the condition and their parents.

I think it’s easy to call him a si-gi-na (stupid kid – literal Hokkien translation) which I admit, was the exact term I called him when the news first broke. However, we do not know the full story and more often than not, traditional media present such stories in a manner that creates biasness in our heads.

So let us be kind and keep all pointless comments and judgement to ourselves. As it is, it is hard enough being parents.

Team Us

So. It’s been a little crazy around here. Not just the usual crazies but sick crazy.

That’s right. The boys came down with a bad case of bronchiolitis.

Aidan first picked up the bug when he was at school and subsequently passed it to Zac. As if one sick child was not enough to make our hearts wrench, hah. And seeing how Zac was only six weeks old at that time, both husband and I were rather heart pain at seeing him cough and hack away.

A few hundred dollars and a gazillion visits to the paediatrician later, Aidan is still coughing but getting better. Zac’s bronchiolitis relapsed again and we are now going through some tough nights. Poor bubba would go to sleep, only to wake up coughing till his face turns red. That means neither mama/papa nor baby gets to sleep.


Stepping up

I remember this particular conversation with the husband when I was pregnant. We were having a chat about where to place the baby crib and I said it’d be with us in our room, obviously. His reply: Huh? But what about my sleep? I need to work and if he wakes me up in the middle of the night, I’d be tired…?

I remember feeling mighty miffed. What?! I’m birthing your child and you’re concerned about YOUR lack of sleep?! Was I going to be alone in those late night feeds? I felt a little down (damn hormones!) and chatted to my girlfriends about this (love you guys!). They knowingly smiled and told me not to worry because “husband will transform like magic when baby arrives”. I found it hard to believe them because other than the comment above from said husband, he didn’t seem too concerned about getting stuff for the new arrival, etc. Pfffft.

Fast forward to one month later.

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