After attending a few parents' group meetings at Solomon's school
early this year, I was unhappy.
When I heard "Your child will be rebellious..."
I felt that we have sent our child Solomon to a factory
that produces Rebellious Children.
Our Principal, Teacher who was in-charge of discipline,
and Class Teachers did not tell us that we would become
rebellious when I was at High School.
Why is it so different nowadays?
The dream came true.
Our child has become rebellious!
Solomon has started to play computer game MapleStory
when he entered to the High School.
It was because there were classmates who play MapleStory.
Beside, his mother has bought him a new notebook,
which is the latest and the most advanced computer
we have at home.
Although Solomon's teacher in the Primary School also played
MapleStory, his form teacher and school did not allow
the children to play computer in school. The children
were also discouraged to play computer games at home.
After getting the new notebook, Solomon has played
the MapleStory at home more often.
I did not intend to blame others, but we were actually the victims.
I was already 30 years old when my wife
and me got married;
we were still invited by the Family Planning Board to
attend a talk. The instructor blew the "balloon" in front of us
and showed us how to use it!
What is the objective for me to use that? I would not go to the brothel!
We were not the young couple, why should we go for birth control?
During those years, there were propaganda television programmes everyday.
Children of the family grabbing bread. My wife watched the programme and
was brainwashed!
The worst thing would be waiting for you when your third child
was going for his Primary Education.
When I got my child at my old age, I was just like strike
a million-dollar lottery. But my wife did not wake up!
On the first time I brought my son for periodic medical check-up
at the clinic, a staff said to me after checking the particulars,
"Get another child! Get another child! My dear, you just got
a child at this age." She must be an experienced mother.
She might be felt bad to say that we were old.
I like children. I told my friends that I would like to
have a dozen of children when I got married.
My father was the only person who worked and brought up
our family of nine brothers and sisters.
Yet we did not need to grab the bread as what the
television showed.
Actually, all my brothers and sisters had rice to take
for every meals. I was the only one who loved to take bread.
The then retired gynecologist requested my wife to go for regular
check-up. I knew that he wished that we would have a second
child. He knew that I had much confidence in him.
He was the gynecologist who took care of us very much.
He also tried to help us to pay less.
In spite of so many angels helping us,
my wife still did not wake up!
You may wonder why did I grumble so much!
My son is 12 years old now.
He told me two or three years ago that he would be much happier if
he had a younger brother.
But I was then already retired.
I did not have the energy to take care of newborn baby.
My son was lonely, so he invited friends home.
They played remote controlled toy cars and
ridded bicycles.
Then they played electronic games,
and now MapleStory.
If my son had a younger brother to be his companion,
the younger brother could play "hide and seek" with him,
they could ride bicycles, play remote-controlled
toy cars, catch fist in the drain together,
then he would not be addicted in the computer games.
After going to the Secondary School, he started to make noise.
He was not like that when he was at the Primary School.
He asked why conduct test after school, and why give
such a short time for break? The break was short that
he could not go for his lunch.
He asked why the time for Curriculum Activities was
so long? Why the instruction took such a long time?
It was long-winded. Why made them stay back for
such a long time? They preferred to go home and rest.
He asked why school start so early?
There was no afternoon session. Why
not to start the school later,
and let him have peaceful mode to take breakfast.
He said that there was a classmate sat next to him liked to
create trouble. It was troubling him. (It was fortunate
that they changed seats now.)
I could not give him any good answer.
He seemed having a lot of invisible pressures.
I sent him to attend a computer game programming course
at the end of last year. He was keen in the course and
created a few simple games for me to play.
I thought he would create some computer games
at his free times.
When I first saw him playing MapleStory, I
thought he needed to release his pressure by playing that game.
I asked him to take a break at every 45 minutes and
limit the playing hours.
I supervised him. But his mother was a funny woman.
When she had to manage him, she did not manage.
When she had to say him, she did not say.
When I "lecture" him, his mother would
joined and nagged, "Yeah, yeah, I this, this...."
"Yeah, yeah, I that, that...."
My goodness, just an additional cook spoils all the food!
The boy purposely continued to play game.
I then thought that let his mother manage, but she did not.
He played game until midnight.
I told his mother to keep the notebook.
But she wanted to be a kind mother.
The loving mother spoils the child.
I asked my son to watch the VCD of "Di Zi Gui" (Standards for
Being a Good Student and Child) and read the Proverbs of the Bible.
I told him that even if he is excellent in his academic studies
and does not know how to conduct himself, it would be difficult
for him to survive.
He could not watch the VCD by his own.
The Chinese Proverbs in the Bible was too difficult for
him to understand although I though their Chinese should be good.
The child keeps play MapleStory.
He keeps killing and killing.
He is not only rebellious; he has lost his lovely character.
He ever told me that we would have the loving-kindness when we
take cats as our friends.
He asked me, "Why is it illegal to keep cats in the flat?"
From the days he was at the kindergarten, we used to let cats
came in for some times when they came all the way to fourth
storey and called us outside the door.
We treated them with cat biscuit, canned foods, water and milk.
But when we were back after the ten days vacation in Tokyo,
we found all the cats disappeared!
I have to think of ways to help this poor boy!
If I let him keep killing and killing in front of the
computer, he would become violence.
How can I have a peaceful life for my old age!