First of all, it was hot and sandy – both unpleasant in their own right and quite unbearable together. Even worse was the dress code though (or lack thereof). Surely Mommy, you of all people should be able to relate to the hesitation of exposing ones pale potbelly for the world to see? After all, it wasn’t too long ago that you yourself looked like a giant white bean squeezed into a string bikini. Most importantly though, I just wasn’t feeling it. And boy, did I let Mommy know…
And that’s the thing with us kids. You can take us to the most amazing of places, but if we happen to have a bad day, we simply won’t care but instead make you think that you’ve taken us to get a colonoscopy.
In short, I’m a small baby. And as such, I can afford to be a big baby about whatever I want – whenever I want. I’m not programmed to be thankful. Rather, my genetic default setting is to think of only myself and to take as much as is given. Love, attention and food – you give and I take. It’s called survival instincts and that’s nature. Thankfulness, by contrast, is nurture and it’s something which YOU have to teach me. Yes that’s right, you have to give, give, give and if I don’t learn to appreciate it, you have only yourself to blame.
Sounds like you scored a bad deal? Well, what can I say? Other than: Welcome, you have now touched down in Parentville, capital of Suckerland. I hope you don’t mind taking the backseat in your own life for the next twenty years or so.
But hey, who cares about the beach when you’ve got the suspiciously luke warm kiddy pool at the local family leisure centre?