There was a mum who constantly wondered why her children
threw tantrums. She was puzzled when they raised their voices at her or at one
another. Why they often chose the most public and most embarrassing of places to
kick up a fuss – in line for groceries, at the toy section of the furniture
mall, in the quiet hipster cafe, her best friend’s wedding luncheon and the list goes
on.
Then one day, arms akimbo, her three-year-old glared at her
sternly at said, “mummy, no shouting!”
And that was the day she realised, with equal parts of shame
and horror,
that the mum was me.
