I guess some Chinese lady who was rescued from purgatory (prc) and then moved to the land of enduring greatness and pleasure (usa) wrote a book touting Chinese parenting skills. I want to be the first to congratulate this visionary on her ability to share with us the secrets ‘lie’ in the ‘maternal instincts’ of the typical Chinese mother and in my lowly blog, would like to articulate just why it is that I agree with this dragon monster/mommie.
Ok, a caveat is that I have not read the book but think I understand its gist, so I am going to wing it here.
What the dragon mother/commie mommie got right:
-love and affection are things best reserved for prized possessions like your car, your bank account, your favorite KTV squeeze, but not things to be wasted on a little brat who entered your life after your first ill-conceived attempt at coupling
-“I’m sorry for disappointing you” and “What university do i need to attend so you won’t hate me so much?” should be the first words that the one-child policy burden you now hold in your angry arms should utter, and not things like mama and dada
-musical instruments and English books should be the first ‘toys’ that your future disappointment holds in their beefy mitts, after all what good is a kid if he cant finance your miserable retirement
-“I love you” wtf is that, all these three words do is clutter up the mind of an aspiring cash machine/child, replace with “what can i get from others so i can provide for my parents”
-do not allow this little burden to wander from the sight of your doddering parents- it is them after all who will parent this little burden as you are too busy trying to pay for your house and it was there idea that you give life to this little mal-content anyway
-choose and plan all of the little problem child’s days so that none of their time is wasted on useless things such as “thinking, creating, interacting with other normal kids, just being a kid”. Instead trade off these activities for useful things like having them do “anything that gets the little bastard out of my hair and also will provide them with a skill that I can monetize in the future as I gave birth to the thing and per confucius you owe me your life anyway.”
-as soon as that plate hardens on your little burden’s skull, you need to ship them off to some prep school so they cohabitate with pack of other socially-inept malcontents who harbor as much resentment for their parents as your bothersome disappointment does…
-when and if your little burden forces its way into your life and it is still young, then demand that they tug at your apron strings and do not wander far from your site, after all, it would be a pity for them to mature emotionally at a level equal to that of people around the world
-yes suicide is a valid option after failing to enter the school that you and your husband demanded that the little cretin enter. The one-child policy allows us a ‘mulligan’ if you do so and maybe this time we will make a winner
-when your little burden looks at you with curiosity in their little eyes and inquires “momma, why does daddy reek of stale cigarettes and KTV coozle?” it is acceptable, nah mandatory, to smite them upon their little noggin for speaking when not spoken to. For such infractions it is acceptable to ground them until they are of the marrying age and buy you a house.
Please feel free to comment…
(legal disclaimer- while not a certified psychologist, I suggest you attempt these practices at your own risk- or ship your child off to a Chinese nanny.)