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Devorim
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I don't remember the last time I was spanked, but the last time I was soundly slapped across the face was the day before my wedding when I was 19.5. After the wedding the next day, I was moving several states away. In fact, one of the stipulations for agreeing to marry him was that we would never live within 100 miles of Mother.
Funny thing: Mother always seemed so huge to me. But on that day, I realized she was quite short -- I was looking down at her. At that revelation, I laughed! I think she realized what I was seeing. She went to the bathroom and cried. Very loudly. I tried to be kind and not laugh anymore. Father came home right afterward, asked what was going on, and I told him. For once, he did not go comfort her for her indiscretion.
My first husband and I avoided having children, because we were both afraid I would abuse them. But you know what they say about best laid plans. I did get pregnant, in spite of the pills, and we had to deal with how I would treat a child.
We talked about it, I read books, and I watched programs on PBS. All my life, however, I had been watching parents and how they treated their children. Every parent in my life's path was a teacher for me.
Cutting this shorter (a little late), we were coming to the point at which a decision was being made. I had already decided that I didn't want spanking, and my husband looked like he was in agreement, when he was killed in an accident. My decision, then, was No Spanking, No Hitting, No Slapping, No Smacking, period.
Now, my "children" are ages 43 and 40. They are fantastic, productive people who are believers, of whom I am Very Proud.
One does not need to hit a child.
Funny thing: Mother always seemed so huge to me. But on that day, I realized she was quite short -- I was looking down at her. At that revelation, I laughed! I think she realized what I was seeing. She went to the bathroom and cried. Very loudly. I tried to be kind and not laugh anymore. Father came home right afterward, asked what was going on, and I told him. For once, he did not go comfort her for her indiscretion.
My first husband and I avoided having children, because we were both afraid I would abuse them. But you know what they say about best laid plans. I did get pregnant, in spite of the pills, and we had to deal with how I would treat a child.
We talked about it, I read books, and I watched programs on PBS. All my life, however, I had been watching parents and how they treated their children. Every parent in my life's path was a teacher for me.
Cutting this shorter (a little late), we were coming to the point at which a decision was being made. I had already decided that I didn't want spanking, and my husband looked like he was in agreement, when he was killed in an accident. My decision, then, was No Spanking, No Hitting, No Slapping, No Smacking, period.
Now, my "children" are ages 43 and 40. They are fantastic, productive people who are believers, of whom I am Very Proud.
One does not need to hit a child.
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