The Last Furlong

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A horrible memory came to me

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I wrote my self righteous post on Disciplining children.

I wrote

In praise of smacks

A smack is instantaneous, focused, over in a flash, preemptive, and a completely understandable non verbal communication used by all animals for behaviour training.

NB –  A smack is NOT a beating.

I remembered a day when I totally lost my mind when my son was very little.  I can’t remember what he had done, but I stormed into his bedroom feeling very angry with him. On his bed was a long (extra long) translucent plastic ruler which I picked up. I lunged at him with it. But he hopped out of the way. So I lunged again. He hopped. I lunged. He hopped. I missed every time. He picked up a baby chair and held it over his head for protection. The legs stood up like the horns of a mini Ox.  I whacked the “horns” with said ruler and a bit on the end snapped off. And so we proceeded around the room. One incensed adult and one small child under attack. At every thwack, bits of the ruler shot off round the room, until there was no ruler left and my smacking impulse had left me. And I collapsed on the bed in exhaustion, shock and horror at what I was doing.

Not once had the ruler actually landed on my son. But if his Ox “horns” hadn’t protected him, God knows what injuries he could have sustained at my hand. Strangely, my son does not remember this incident at all.

I completely understand how parents do actually injure or kill their children sometimes. It’s really easy.

There for the Grace of God, go I.

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Author: thelastfurlong

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.. I'm retired, going into Old Age and loving my life. I'm hoping to remain happy and well for as long as possible. Old Age is not SO bad - yet!

2 thoughts on “A horrible memory came to me

  1. I bet that got his attention for a few days! 😀

    I have had a similar experience. My son was older in his teens. He was cheeky to me in the kitchen. I grabbed a wooden spoon and lunged for him. He easily ducked out the way and it shattered on the chopping block. I had a visitor who burst into tears and left the room. Both my son and I stared at each other with big eyes. We couldn’t believe it. Collateral damage. …

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