I almost made a mistake. Ok, actually, I did make a mistake and Greybeard straightened me out. I read a post of his and was moved enough that I thought that I needed to say something. Since I had just wrote a post about great dad’s I just added an addendum to that as a reminder that they’re not all great. GB dropped me a mail and asked me to put it somewhere else. He was right. My recent post about a dad was a celebration of a great man. An honorable man. A loving man. That post doesn’t need to be sullied by this. Thanks again GB.
My Dad used to spank us… regularly. At least it seemed that way. In retrospect it really probably wasn’t all that often. I hated my father for those spankings a couple of times but even then I knew that I deserved every one. Even then I was old enough to know that he was fair.
I’ve mentioned a few times that the old man used to smack us on the back of the head. He did but never before we were big enough to handle it and never hard enough to do more than sting a bit. It woke us up and made us pay attention and it was always when we were doing something supremely and utterly stupid.
As I grew older and saw parents that I respect have to spank children I learned a few things about my own parents. What I thought was anger was mostly theater. It was part of convincing me that my parents were disappointed in my actions. Of course, I realize now that I was never hit in anger. Never with a closed fist. Never with a hard object. Never beat. In fact, there were a few times that I’m sure we didn’t get spanked because dad WAS angry enough to hurt us. There is at least once that I know, without a doubt, that this was the case (Sheriff’s office, long story, probably deserved to be beat, wasn’t). He just found other ways to punish us.
There’s a difference between punishment and abuse. That line gets blurred these days by people who consider any form of corporal punishment abuse. People like that are the same ones that blame the decline of society on religion.
People like the guy described in Greybeard’s post don’t deserve to live.
Here’s wishing that all fathers were as good as the ones that I’ve known.