Children’s day is weird.
It makes sense in places where a child’s wellbeing and welfare is compromised, but these kids of mine really don’t need another day to be reminded how lucky they are.
And predictably, they were miserable even though they were being pampered.
Their school had a pretty spectacular Children’s Day party for the kids on Sunday.
It was free and it should have been great.
There was a huge bouncy castle on the lawn. Day bounced a grand total of a minute on the bouncy castle – “It’s too hot, mummy!” - Jo for about 10 seconds.
Around the three tubs which were lovingly put together for the kids to net fish, Day and Jo cursorily netted their quota of four fish (oh wait Jo didn’t even want to touch the net) and left it forever.
They went around the games stations, specially rented by the school principal, solely to get their packets of sweets, crisps and lollies.
Jo was a very unwilling participant but she wanted her goodies.
Then both sat sullenly in a corner to munch and scratch away.
Both complained incessantly: “It’s so hot, mummy! We want aircon!”
Is deprivation necessary for appreciation?
Maybe I should make them suffer on Children’s Day every year (no food, no aircon, no fun) and tell them: “This is for all the deprived children in the world.”
(What I did do on the actual day, was bring them to a air-conditioned indoor playground at the Kallang Leisure Park. Wimp!)