My mother arrived for a three day visit on Wednesday. My mother's presence, thankfully, puts me a ease. I enjoy her company, her help and her conversation.
Today (Thursday) my youngest son challenged me in the middle of department store. He repeatedly ran from my side. Not a fast walk, but a race track rabbit sprint. And the more I said, "Stop, come back here!" the faster his little feet moved. So after about the third time and plenty of warnings, I took him to a corner and spanked his bottom. I said, "When you run away from mommy you run into potential danger. Someone who does not love you as I could hurt you or take you from me. You must listen and obey mommy."
He's only two--he doesn't get the truth, though I still impart as I see fit.
Embarrassed as to the stares of numerous women (I have never spanked publicly before then. Too concerned I'd have the cops called on me), my mother put her arm around my shoulder and reassured me that my decision to take "action" at that moment moved my youngest son one step closer to understanding just how much I love and care for him.
I truly hope so, mom. Thanks for the encouragement.
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