Pride and prejudice

Some years back, I chatted with a friend online. The topic was on her sister and her children. She was telling me how she noticed that her sister seems to show more love to her smaller kid and always shouting at her elder daughter. We both agreed that the elder kid is still a kid herself and doesn't deserve such prejudice. I made a mental note at that time to remind myself always not to give any preferences to my three young kids when I reach that stage.

However, as time passes by, I have to admit I am, at times, obviously guilty of such crime. Very naturally, I would expect my eldest to set a role model, to be more understanding, to be more matured. Then again, after the growl on him, I would feel terribly guilty, remembering the silent oath I made to myself. He's still a kid, shouldn't be so hard on him.

Like the other weekend, we were having a late dinner and everyone was awful hungry. My eldest son, the first one to complained, and not the first time as well, howled to me "Mommmeeee, I'm hungry..." Being hungry myself as well, I growled at him with the killer stare look "What do you want me to do? Go inside the kitchen and cook something for you right now? (We were at a restaurant)". I expected him to be more understanding since he is at the age to understand a lot more things than his younger sister or brother.

My cousin sister saw my evil witch side, commented without giving face "Alamak, so fierce one this mom!" Aiks!

Not later, my 2nd son wailed pathetically (in a soft tone, always have the effect to melt one's heart) "Mommmeee.. I'm very hungry"..

And I responded "wait ah.. the food will be coming"... Prejudice? Biased? Unfair treatment?

I admit guilty in the first degree. Yes, I can imagine my eldest son letting me go hungry for days and hiding my set of fake teeth while enjoying his fried drumsticks in front of me later on. Cham loh!