Good Cop, Bad Cop

 Good Cop, Bad Cop

Today while scolding my teenage son,

For he had skipped his class for some playground fun….

He called me and my husband a Good Cop-Bad Cop combo,

And urged me to not leave his fate in limbo!

I was amazed at his analysis,

His declaration worked as my anger’s catalysis!

He winked and said, ‘Oh c’mon Mom, we all know Dad will listen to you!’

I was speechless for once…. My lesser known virtue!

It made me think deeply as to when did this happen,

I do not recollect this miracle as much as my memory I sharpen!

My amazing husband and listening to me…?

It is far too fetched, I guarantee thee!

Just last weekend we had a tiff,

Over a daily chore, he retorted with a miff.

All I did was to remind him again of his duties towards his family,

Now that doesn’t count as nagging, uncannily.

So my children think Daddy listens to me.

Daddy thinks our children listen to me.

Truth is I myself barely listen to me….

So who, in God’s name, is listening to me?

Coming back to my son’s plight,

And looking at it in a different light…

I felt a hint of joy and pride,

Not every comment was to be considered as snide!

Taking his observation with a pinch of salt,

I decided to feed my ego, and my bearing to exalt,

Now he is eating his favourite forbidden icecream in winter,

Waiting for the Dad to come home and rain the splinter!

You called us Good Cop-Bad Cop, sonny,

I am totally gonna live up to my name, honey!

After all, one must lead by example….

You ‘bruh’ me whole day…. Jeez, ‘tis my turn to trample!

-Namrata Rathi Sarda (Drama Queen:Reloaded)