Inkachu
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- Jan 31, 2008
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I need to stop here and admit something. When my first husband died, and I chose this way to rear my children, I knew that without spanking, I would need to apply twice the amount of parenting time, in order to make up for his absence and for not spanking. I threw myself into being with, with, with, with them to the ultimate. We conversed, conversed, conversed. Every why was answered. Every how was answered. Without corporal punishment, everything has to be given attention, with love.
Same here. It takes a lot more work, a lot more emotional investment, a lot more internal strength, to understand and engage a child and work with them, than to resort to spankings or punishing them without also correcting and teaching them. My son recently got in trouble for something pretty serious at school. I could have just sent him to his room and left him there for a week. Instead, I went in and not only talked to him about what he'd done and what the consequences would be, but also about how it had made me and my husband feel, how it affected us, and how hurt and saddened we were. My son was able to express his own feelings, which were very hard to hear, and I had to stand there and watch him cry with my heart just about breaking in pieces, but being present for that is part of being a parent. I had to allow him to talk about how miserable he felt, how he feared everyone would hate him, how he didn't feel his life was worthwhile, all kinds of hormonal, emotional stuff. I didn't interrupt him, even though I could have said "Oh stop it, nobody hates you, stop being so dramatic". But in that moment, that's how he felt, and his feelings need to be respected and heard just as much as anyone else's. And it killed me inside to listen to him, but in that moment, it wasn't about me being comfortable, it was about being present with my son in his hurt. Would it have been easier to just go in my bedroom and let him stay in his room and act like I'd done my job as a mom? Sure. Would I have truly done my duty as his mother? No way.
I will never forget the day when he cried, hard, to me, "I don't want to be like this!" That precious child -- he just wanted direction, and I was his caregiver while his parents worked. I looked him in the eyes and said, "I will never hit you, but I expect you to be nice." He drank that in. And he tried me. And he learned.
This is what ALL kids crave. They want to know their boundaries, they want to know what's expected of them, they want to know the consequences of their actions, both positive and negative. They want to feel valued, listened to, and cared about. Kids who act out are MISSING something! He was very blessed to have you for his grandmother!
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