My sister in the US sent me several balikbayan boxes weeks ago. My 13-year old son was looking through my skin care loot and asked, “What’re these?” I went through each one, “Stuff to keep mommy beautiful. This is for removing old pimple scars. This is for sun protection …” He interupts me, “Where the one for the fat?” Harsh.
This week-end, I had my hair rebonded and cut shaggy. I said, “Look, anak, Mommy looks like an anime girl.” He replies, “Not really. Anime girls are thin.” Ouch.
‘Need to teach my son how the art of softening the blow of life’s cold, harsh truths.