What is lost in the wave of grown-up?

Out of the blue, I remember a little girl that I met when I worked as a tutor in a kindergarten. When I first entered the class in which I worked as a tutor, I saw the girl. She was just about four-year-old girl. The first impression I have about her was she was so cute, charming, energetic and love to laugh. In my mind, I said this to myself, “I would be counted as one of the luckiest men in the world, if I have a daughter like her!”

As usual, this was just a beginning of all the things that shall take place. As the books would have a very fantastic and attractive forewords; and so the life it is. Patience, is one of the things that I learned to have when I deal with little kids like her. Who would expect a kid at the age of four to behave herself and do not throw tantrum at others? This is the time, where we, the so-called perfect adults or teachers or tutors or parents, should correct them. By the way, I don’t expect that kind of things happen to be a kid, again!

Back to the adorable little girl, she did all the things that a child, either you or I, would do! When the tank of my patience was running out, I commended her to sit down in a high pitch of voice. For a kid, I strongly believe, they will be scared of!

As a part of my routine work in a kindergarten, I stood at the gate of the kindergarten and welcomed all the cute and adorable kids every morning. One day, the little girl was fetched by her mother to the kindergarten, and I eavesdropped she told her mother, “It is him! It is him!” I thought she was saying, “He is the most handsome tutor in the kindergarten”. But, there was a sound echoed in my mind like this, “Of course, you’re! You’re the only male tutor over there!”

Soon, I realised this might not be the case as she refused to get out the car and her mother kept telling her to buy sweets for her after school. Still, her mother smiled at me while she brought her daughter to me. Before she left, she said to me, “I hope you can be more patience while teaching my daughter!”    

I felt my face was so hot to the extent that I could cook an egg; and a surge of embarrassment ran wild in my blood vessels. At the same time, I was thankful that her parents were being reasonable and tolerate to me.

One lesson I learned in this incident. When we’re still small, we used to tell our parents every single thing that happen to us, from the school till the moment we sleep. We, also, always tell the people who bully us, “I’m going to tell my parents!” But, what happen to us when we’re grown up and we seldom talk to our parents, again? We also become less sharing our experience or feeling with our parents. I wanna know, what is lost in the wave when we’re grown-up. Due to privacy matters? Or, we HAVE grown-up? I wanna know!

I remember a sentence sort of “my parents are always right!” from a book I read years ago. Frankly speaking, I think so, and I agree too! I wish the little girl still practicing it - keep no secrets from her mother, just like her!