Yesterday, my whole family went out together — the five of us. We went somewhere in Singapore, spent time together, and simply enjoyed being out. And this, which is something that is supposed to be normal, felt strangely unfamiliar. I’m not sure exactly when it started, but for quite some time now, my weekends have revolved around bringing my three kids to different classes. With three children and three different schedules, there is always someone who needs to be somewhere. So for most weekends, and many weekday evenings after school, we spend time driving them for some sort of classes, waiting, picking them up, and then repeating the cycle. And somehow, this has become normal. And in fact, this is normalised. When I talk to other parents with children around the same age, I hear the same thing. Weekends are not filled with family activities, instead it’s filled with tuition…
