As a child, I experienced spankings, and while they were often a source of fear, one incident stands out in my memory. My cousin and I were engrossed in a game, and one of the dares suggested we prank call someone. I picked up our vintage portable phone and dialed a random number, giggling as I hung up on an unsuspecting elderly woman. Little did we know about *69, which led to our house phone ringing shortly after.
“Hello?” I answered, only to hear a stern voice asking to speak with my father. Instantly, I knew I was in trouble. My father’s booming voice echoed through the house, and I felt the dread building within me. When he finally reached me, he was furious. In a moment of blind rage, he spanked me hard as I walked past, and the sting was immediate. I didn’t feel remorse; instead, I was consumed by a sense of injustice. I thought to myself, “You can only hit me because you’re bigger.” That moment filled me with shame, anger, and a resolve that I would never spank my own children.
Years later, when my wife and I were expecting our first child, I reiterated my stance against corporal punishment. I confidently stated, “Our child will never be spanked.” Friends and family had mixed reactions—some supported me, while others were skeptical, suggesting that my resolve would weaken once I became a parent.
When we decided to become foster parents, I found validation for my beliefs. During the training sessions, we were informed that corporal punishment was strictly prohibited. It reinforced my commitment to positive parenting, which emphasizes techniques like time-outs and effective communication during emotional outbursts. I felt well-prepared to raise my children without resorting to physical discipline.
Then, life introduced me to the reality of parenting three boys: ages 6, 4, and 2. One chaotic morning, amidst a whirlwind of toys and toddler energy, I was attempting to apply my makeup. Suddenly, I heard my eldest son, Liam, wailing. “Oliver bit me!” he cried, showing me the marks on his arm. Frustration boiled over inside me.
“Oliver! Get in here!” I shouted, and to my surprise, he complied, oblivious to the storm brewing. In a moment of overwhelming anger, I grabbed him by the arm and delivered a hard smack to his backside. His shocked cry echoed in the bathroom, and I immediately felt a rush of regret.
I remembered my promise: I would never hit a child. I sat on the floor beside him, feeling a mix of sorrow and shame. “Oliver, I’m so sorry for hitting you,” I said, wrapping my arms around him. In disbelief, he looked at me, his innocent eyes brimming with confusion. “You hit me, Mama?” he asked, clearly hurt.
“Yes, I did. I was angry, and I’m deeply sorry. I promise I won’t do it again,” I reassured him. Unfortunately, the moment I crossed that line, it became tempting to threaten spanking as a form of discipline. Each time I did, my children reminded me of my promise, saying, “No hitting, Mama! You promised!” Their innocence forced me to confront my failures.
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In conclusion, parenting is a learning process filled with challenges. Mistakes will happen, but it’s essential to acknowledge them, apologize, and strive for better choices in the future.