Wrong
Parenting
“
Mummy ! Am I a bad boy?” Sweet voice of a boy drew my attention.
It
was early morning of 8th February 2015 and I was sitting on my seat
in all readiness to alight at Shaktinagar. I had boarded Triveni: Express night
before at Allahabad where I had gone for inspecting a school at the behest of
CBSE.
The
boy who was asking the question was almost in tears. I couldn’t see them
because they were sitting in the next coup of the compartment. From the
conversation I could make out that the little boy was travelling with his
parents and his paternal uncle.
Mother
of the child responded by saying.
”
No Dear! Why are you asking so?”
To
the boy again responded by saying “ Mummy, Papa says I’m a bad boy. Please tell
me am I a bad boy?”
Before
the mother could respond his paternal uncle responded by saying, “Forget your
case son, your father is bad himself.” To this the boy said, “ No, he is not
bad, he is my papa,” His uncle retorted with explanation, “Your Papa is bad
himself because see he is eating away the chips from your packet.” The boy
literally went into tears and I could make out that he must have gone into his
mother’s lap for being helped out.
His
mother tried to cajole him for a while and said, “Don’t cry my baby”, and
scolded both her husband and her brother-in-law for bullying such a small boy.
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