Someone mentioned to me over lunch that his boss, X, was kawawa (pitiful) because X’s secretary was away.
I told that someone that X will do just fine, as he’s a “big boy” already.
It suddenly occurred to me how much we pamper our boys. I can’t imagine S living alone. He’ll positively die…not because of natural causes, but maybe because his house will grow to be a dump (I can’t imagine him cleaning). Well, he’ll probably spend so much money on disposable items. (NOW I know why he has never taken up his dad’s offer for him to study abroad…and I thought it was because he couldn’t leave me and the kids! Ha!)
Why do we pamper our men?
Well, they like to be pampered…they feel loved and taken cared of. (And it’ll be easier for us to get our way if we give them their way first. Hahaha!)
Is it because we come from a patriarchial society? Most probably. Women used to be treated like second class citizens—in fact, sometimes, we still are.
And, perhaps, because of this, it’s our way of “taking care” of our men.
Sometimes, I have to stop and remind myself to stop doing things for P and K so that they’ll be self-sufficient. I realize now that K is more independent than P. Well, you know how it is, K being the second child and all…less attention is given (guilty as charged! But you should see how independent he is! He can climb tables so quickly!).
Well…we love our men enough to pamper them and they love us because of it…so, sometimes, I think, why fix a good thing when it’s not broke? =) (But I promise to give the boys space for them to grow…for S, well, he’s an old dog and it’s difficult to teach old dogs new tricks, isn’t it?)