Parenthood

Eighteen and on the verge of adulthood (my God!), I still have the tendency (rare as it may be..hehe) to throw a temper tantrum. Sure they are not the loud squealings of a five year old child. But yes, the pouty face and the silent treatment are essential features.

I ponder upon my relationship with my parents as juxtaposed with their relationship with their own parents. From the stories I've heard, the authenticity of which can be questioned, it was a relationship dictated by fear. I believe that the relationship between a child and his parent can only be capitalized if the overtone is one of friendship rather than an authority-subordinate one.

I yearn to be a parent, so that I may implement all my theories on good parenting.

Perhaps one day I may have my own eighteen-year-old throwing tantrums to deal with.

I can't wait! It's going to be great!