Spankers Can #Suckit

It’s been awhile since I’ve jumped into the traditional parenting wars. With my mind usually on politics and how that affects my family, and those diaper and breastfeeding days long behind me, it’s been easier to ignore the usual tiffs that pop up in the parenting blogosphere.

Until today, when I came across this new study basically saying hitting your kids can have some benefits.

I’m guessing hitting your wife can have some benefits too. Keeping her in line, and what not. Hell, I would probably vacuum more often if I thought my husband would hurt me if I didn’t. Smacking your dog around probably has some benefits too, I mean…I bet you that mutt won’t pee on the carpet again if you give him a really good whack! So why not, Jr. too?

After all , you are much bigger than your child. Much more intimidating. And your little bundle of joy no doubt trusts you more than any other person on earth. Trusts you with a love and devotion only a helpless child can. So why not purposefully inflict pain upon that sweet face? Right?

Yeah, I have some strong opinions on this.

I will admit to having whacked a child on the butt once, out of frustration and anger. And it not only served zero good but also served to make me feel like a rotten bully. I broke our trust. I’m my child’s protector, not his monster. And the example I set by intimidating with pain and violence and fear isn’t one I want emulated.

This really isn’t one of those issues where we’ll agree to disagree or anything, and that’s ok. I’m never going to believe threatening or inflicting pain on a child as a way to keep that child in line is ok, and you’ll continue to see no harm (emotionally or physically) in the occasional spank that “doesn’t leave a mark.”

So why bring up this study? Because I’m afraid it will give abusers backing to keep doing what they are doing. Because I’m afraid it will keep up that traditional idea that a good spanking is your God given right to dole out as an American parent.

And I’m afraid it will negate the piles upon piles of other studies showing just how harmful your little whacks really are to your child’s heart, mind, and body.

But never mind that, because you’ll continue to do how you do and I’ll continue to do how I do and we won’t agree. And as a respectful adult I’ll have to suck it up and say things like “I guess we just parent differently” and “well that’s just not how we do things in our house.” And you will go your way thinking I’m crazy and I’ll go mine. Such is life, right?

However, I would ask that you remember when my kid makes the right choice, stays out of trouble, or otherwise does the right thing…it won’t be out of fear…it will be out of love.

Happy New Year

May 2010 be wonderful for you and yours.

Sigh

Terrorism and 1st Graders

Ugh. This parenting thing really sucks sometimes.

I was in the living room today watching the President talk about the attempted Christmas Day terrorist attack. My 6-year old son was playing Legos and my 4-year old daughter Webkinz. Neither seemed to be paying much attention.

I should have known better.

CNN flashed images of terrorists training in some far off land, and my son said “Who are those guys? What are they doing?”

And instead of my usual parental evasion that I love so much, I just said it…flat out:

They are bad guys. They are training to hurt us. They are called terrorists.

Why are they bad? Why don’t they like us?

And a very touchy conversation took place in which I tried very hard to explain, in 6-year old terms, how Americans haven’t always been nice either, and that people spend years hating other people for things that could probably be solved with diplomacy. I explained that they didn’t like us very much. That they wanted to hurt us.

My darling little boy then asked me if the terrorist could come here. I could tell he was scared.

I wanted to say no. I wanted so badly to say no.

Honey they do try to come here a lot. But that’s why we have soldiers and police and the Army and Navy and Air Force and Marines and they all protect us.

His eyes were huge. And I wanted to lie to him.

Well Mom, if they came here I’d hide in our ottoman with the toys. And I know some karate.

Sigh. My 6-year old, thinking about how to evade a terrorist. What kind of world is this?

You won’t have to hide, sweetie. We have lots of people to protect us. Plus, our President is working on making it so that we all don’t hate each other anymore. And no one will want to hurt anyone.

Softening a bit, he came and sat next to me on the couch.

Mom, the next time you go see Barack Obama at that place…can you tell him to talk to them right away. Like, maybe, before I go back to school from my vacation?

I blinked a few times, put my arm around him…

I’ll try honey. I’m sure he’s very busy though. But I will try…

And with that he was off the couch and practicing his Tae Kwon Do moves on his sister’s new dinosaur.

I wanted to start the conversation over. I wanted to make sure I explained to him that war wasn’t the answer and that these terrorists had families of their own…probably a little boy and a girl, just like his family.

Instead I sat there dumbfounded, and worried and unsure how to explain to him culture clashes and wars that were as old as time. And hoping I didn’t say anything to ingrain in him the idea that Americans were entitled to everything and always right, and that he was superior to anyone- but also making sure he understood killing innocent people was never acceptable. And that we will always defend ourselves against attacks.

All I saw was him punching and kicking the dinosaur. And I wanted to cry.

I think I failed.

Happy Holidays

*the come hither look scares the crap out of me and my son will grow up to be a comedian.

Floating Along On Our Tortilla

Last night I took the kids up to bed, per usual. They brushed teeth, went to the bathroom, etc. etc. etc. It was time to read and I snuggled them into my bed and picked out a Christmas book we’ve never really opened.

We read the book twice, and then my youngest asked what “other” Christmas songs there were.

I went down the list of the usuals. “Rudolph.” “Santa Claus is Coming to Town.” They asked me to sing each one, and with my wobbly voice I conceded.

Somewhere between “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” and explaining exactly what was Figgy Pudding…the giggles set in.

They wanted silly songs. With silly words. And of course Dad was called in to help.

After our 12th rendition of “Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer” and fits of laughter I thought would wet the bed, the stories started. What did I do for Christmas as a little girl. Where did that song come from.

And some how this lead to a mention of Columbus (I think during Rudolph and the ‘Like Columbus!’ silly line) and we talked about the Nina, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria…to which my husband chimes in… AND THE TORTILLA!

More fits of giggles. And jokes about floating along on a tortilla. Eating. Floating. Eating. Floating.

And for the post 24 hours I have heard nothing but “Mom. Mom! What were the boats again? … AND THE TORTILLA! ahahahahahahaha!”

The entire family bursting into giggle fits at breakfast. At lunch. During dinner tonight. And while somewhat annoyed that the joke keeps going and the kids (and one adult) continue to ride the laughter for all it’s worth…it hit me:

This is one of those memories, isn’t it?

The ones everyone remembers until they are old and gray and giggle about each year.

I can hear it now. My son will be in college, my daughter finishing high school…the brother-sister ribbing will start over the holidays and someone will shout “COLUMBUS AND THE TORTILLA!” and the family will fall into a fit of laughter that brings everyone back to that warm place.

I don’t always recognize when moments like this happen. It’s good to call it out, so I can remember. I am so terrified of forgetting so many of these details. Of course I have this blog, but I haven’t done baby books and I’m not a scrapbooker or one to keep every little memento.

What I do know, is I won’t soon forget the Nina, the Pinta, the Santa Maria…or the Tortilla.

Happy Holidays…guess what MOM wants for Christmas?

So I had this meeting at the White House today…

Me!

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