(This is the post that I kept trying to get on my blog last night. Is it the topic or was it the way I was writing it that made it keep disappearing on me? Perhaps I just had to sleep on it.. para mabawasan ang taray.. LOL)
I walked in on the stepson telling Alan he needed a suit for this Sweet 16 party… No “please”, no tone of supplication. It was a demand. He hastily exited MY bedroom because we are not on speaking terms. Just as he left he tells his Dad “I need my art supplies by the weekend.” Again, it was not a statement, but rather a demand. I looked at Alan and shook my head.
I remember back in my day, I had to ask permission to go to a party. And once my Dad said yes, then I could ask to buy a new outfit (you didn’t want to be seen in the same outfit if it was the same crowd of boys, and more so didn’t you want to be seen in the same formal dress if it was a debut!). The operative word was “ask”, not demand. I think that part of the equation was lost on the stepson. He seems to think his Dad owes him all this, and that everything would go as he wanted them to, simply because he had decided to go. He didn’t even bother to show his Dad the invitation. I wanted to scream at him. (Then I reminded myself I’m not talking to him.)
That’s one of my major beefs with the boy. After showing such disrespect and disregard for his father’s feelings, he has the temerity to demand things without as much as saying please.
This early we are trying to teach Angel the importance of knowing how to ask with respect. The magic word: “Please”. He’s already caught on to the idea, so I’m keeping my fingers crossed Alan won’t be going the same route when Angel is a teen himself.