This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me, -- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed To hands I cannot see; For love of her, sweet countrymen, Judge tenderly of me! - emily dickinson -

Saturday, November 12, 2005

nurtured, not!

did your mother ever tell you to behave whenever you were amongst strangers, older people, relatives? did she tell you to sit still and be quiet when you were at these people's houses, visiting? did she smile sweetly to these people as she talked to them but shifted into solemn disdain the moment your breathing changed its rhythm? didn't her seething glare stump you and cause you to drop your gaze lest you'd be turned into stone should you dare to look up? did she tell you not to touch anything that didn't belong to you? if you did touch those things, didn't she give you that look that would rouse a sense of eternal pain in your mind? did all the anxieties cause you to behave and be the examplary child whom she'd hoped for? may God bless you if you did and may your mother rest in heaven for all her good intentions.

but i do not feel too gracious toward the mothers who came a visiting to my humble abode these past couple of days, no, all these while! what about the fathers, you ask? yeah, right. like there's hope.
these blissful folks let loose their spawn into my home, observed with pride and glee as the brats ravaged my plants, pets and decor, and then blamed my being tidy and proper on my not having kids of my own. hello!
and then there's the part where they would impart their 'wisdom' to my wife and i, the woefully unfulfilled and cursed childless couple. go to so and so, they would say. many have benefitted from their regular visits to these custodians of old tradition. well, we have, so far, over a hundred of these traditional practitioners to go to. if only we have enough 'fertile years' to spare.
still, some felt it their duty to dictate what my wife and i ought to do or what we should not do. enough with the traditional massages, they'd say. go to the doctors. it's them who would know whether you can have kids or whether you're both hopeless. it'd be more scientific. yeah. like scientists and doctors can create life.
then there're those who were never thankful for anything. one mother suggested to my wife to not have kids because they would only ruin things. of course, she was talking about her kids, the old witch. another lamented that kids just wear you out. correct. especially so when you let those midgets run the household, you old goat!

these folks ought to be spayed.


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