Trapped [in a] SquareMittens' Life

My nephew is a tiny little boy, five years old of age. And he is quite a miracle! Before his conception, the doctors never believed my cousin Jing's body would be able to carry forth - and survive - a child. Nevertheless, incredible as it might be, here Andreas is. The Miracle Boy.

But before I continue, let me clearify this one thing; I like children. - Don't get me wrong! As I'm typing this, I actually feel as if I'm trying to cover up my lack of maternal love, and although I can admit that I probably won't ever grow into a great mother, I do hold a profound love for children! In one way, they scare me halfway dead and I have absolutely no clue when it comes to tactful ways of handling them. I don't know how to talk to them, how to hold them, how to take care and soothe them. Being in charge of a child, stresses me a lot and gets my adrenaline pumping. Still, in the other way, I know for a fact that I've always cared for Aminah's baby-brother, my mother's friend's granddaughter and our neighbourhood puppies (Hey, they are babies, okay?). But when the light focuses onto this miracle-boy-nephew-of-mine, I find myself ready to run away screaming, because I simply do not know how to stand or tolerate this fabulously DREADFUL five-year-old! 

Being a Miracle has its pros and cons. I know for a fact, that he grew up showered by cascades of love and overprotectiveness. Tenderness. Patience. And overzealous spoiling. The result? A self-centered, inhibitionless, spoilt positively rotten five year old! Being with him is awwwkward, because his closest family is blind to his flaws and no one is capable of telling him "no". (Except me, but I don't have the authority to do so.) 

What really triggered my anger today, was a phone call my mother received.

We all know that this kid has an unhealthy chocolate-obsession. And I'm right there with him! I don't care about that, people should just eat whatever they want to, Go kid! I want to say that. But fact is, a five-year-old can't control his urges and needs. He doesn't have the perspective that grown-ups have. So therefore, adults have to think for him. It's alright if he wants food. Hell, I won't even point out how bad chocolate can be for his dental hygiene. BUT come one! You can not let him go wild in the candy-closet. 

My aunt and uncle don't give him proper meals anymore. Andreas eats whenever he wants, and eats more whenever he wants that - which is all the time. He does not get the nutrition he needs, and for I while, I was afraid that he would get diabetes or something. Hell, that seems like a good thing compared to the direction he's heading towards now! For beakfast, he eats noodles. For lunch he eats garlic bread (with huge lumps of butter). And for dinner, he has meat-rolls and soup. Or tofu. That's the days when he isn't at home, but in kindergarden. 

Yesterday, he didn't eat propertly. Some kind of chocolte biscuit-things he's really fond of were on sale yesterday, so my aunt went and bought a lot. He ate that the whole day, with their permission. (I'm rolling my eyes right now). And the result? A whole day of non-stop heaving and diarrhea. 

I feel sorry for him. I really do. He's spoilt and it's not his fault. But he is spoilt and I can't sympathize with that. I know that he's a miracle, but come on (!), a kid needs restraints. And decent nutrition. Obesity is a problem in today's society - open your eyes people. This neglect - I think - will probably give him a poor quality of life. Which is sad. 



Did I make any sense right now? I'll look over. Just not right now. Sleepy.