Heard some noise coming from the hall, my wife was kind of mad whilst teaching Jovial (my eldest) some mathematic exercises,which she deemed was important simply because Jovial didnt fare too well in that particular subject fromhis most recent exam,56/100.
I took a while to scan the whole situation, and indeed i was mad at him,while my wife was teaching him,he was looking blank and acted non chatlanly and disdainly towards my wife. That manner of his infuriated me, i walked over to the table and showed him my "pissed off" face, took his books,closed them up and directed him to his room.(that's what i usually do when i am mad at him, leaving some space between my anger and sanity.) After a while, when i finally composed myself, and put my anger in check, i sauntered into his room, calling out his name and the preacher side of me surfaced, and there i started my sermon without the pulpit.
And the gist of my sermon to Jovial is as follow, i told him that first he must recognise that he is weak in his mathematic,and secondly he must make a decision to improve on it or otherwise,if he chooses to improve, then he must be willing to spend extra effort in it and most of all he must be happy doing. I told him my only concern is for him to find the HAPPINESS in exceling himself.
I gave him a pat and hug, and i left him in the room to allow him to do some thinking,and i assured him that what i wanted for him is for him to be happy, and being happilly smart.
P/S : Son, i know you are trying and am proud of you and love you.