it was plain to see, flying like a plane off her wooden stilts there would be blood there was no pain as the broken window pane sliced down beside her left eye so much blood discombobulated her mother tears took center stage, not the white t-shirt now stained dark red the hysteria in the background so oscar worthy a little girl watching the performance not knowing yet there were deeper wounds created years passed before mom and her chronic attention-whoring got that so richly deserved smack-down the girl, now a woman, didn’t clap, fawn or adore anymore she just walked away
The glow in her face reflected the correct amount of money had been spent on her. She was such a mean and self-centered little brat. Her voice made this awful din, continuously thrumming when she didn’t get what she wanted—what a whiny cretin she was. Santa’s imaginary slide down the chimney and his short stint spent drinking the milk and cookies left for him made her wave her hands excitedly. He’d sure have a stain on his reputation had they not made it look convincing! Fiddling with the clasp on my chain, my thought was, “Score one for the parents!”
all we consist of resides in our progeny a creation from two bloodlines our biology dictating the continuation of self a birthing watered down or a carbon copy ensues the hair, the eyes the frame and more resemblance gives credence to which clan it belongs
parents, the ones who care give even more of themselves sometimes, to the brink of thresholds from where there is no return all for the sake of the child spawn filled to capacity with the best of who the creators and mentors are remedying the worst in themselves while simultaneously cleansing their seed of poor judgment every ounce of care given is preparation for the next generation before again passing the cycle of life torch some might say ad nauseam
Spanking children is wrong. Using force and inflicting pain to make a child understand something, no matter how it’s justified, is just abhorrent to me.
I can’t say that was always how I thought about the subject. But I’m glad my opinion has evolved, and I would never consider doing it again.
The idea that hurting a child intentionally, a miniature human you supposedly love, is the way to make them understand some lesson; well, it’s just stupid really. I feel that all it really teaches a child is that the people they love are capable of causing them pain. Might it deter a child from bad behavior? It’s entirely possible. But in my estimation and in published studies, it can also create a whole host of adjustment issues which appear later on down the line in the child’s life.
Add to any future emotional repercussions a child may have as an adult, the spanked child learns to repeat what was done to them in their childhood with the next generation. They will perpetuate the practice because they think it was normal. In reality, though, our society does not condone physical assault by adults on other adults. It’s simply not acceptable in our society. We actually put people in jail for that. But yet, spanking is a tradition which still remains to date. It makes no sense.
So maybe instead of just hitting our children into fearing their parent(s) and/or creating future spankers, let’s do things which would encourage the growth and development of a mature individual. That seems like a reasonable solution. Much better than a violent one.