Kids are like Pokemon

I still remember watching the pokemon cartoon when I was younger, where the “Ash” character would also have a pikachu running around with him like a pet. The pikachu would fight battles for him, act cute for him, look after him, bring apples for him and so for, and all Ash had to do was to ask the pikachu to train and fight for him, and claim all the credit and feel so happy about winning the battles.

When I look at the flood of proud and hao-lian looking parents with their kid coming to SMU to take some useless exam today, I couldn’t help noticing the similarities in relationship between an academically-inclined kid and his or her mother.

The kid would have to “train’ hard in exam papers, go for all kinds of enrichment pro grammes, bring tea for the mother, and fight all the major exam “battles” while all the mother do is to claim all the credit for bringing up such a “great” kid and stand around feeling happy.

I could almost see the smug look on their faces as they walk with their kids who had come to SMU to take some useless exam implying, “Look, this thing walking beside me is my proud pikachu. He can do maths very fast and will become businessman next time.”

To these parents, I gave them the finger. Mentally.

But then again, what is wrong with parents being proud of their kids?
Being too proud over small things.