Hiveghana week 113. Welcome back dear friends. This is an interesting topics presented before us all and I decided to pick the first topic that say we should talk about childhood discipline.
There was this day that I was going through my Facebook page and I saw what one of my friends posted which got my attention. It was a picture of a father with a little child besides him very angry. So the person wrote this there - When we begin to appreciate our parents for all their corrections in our lives, we already have children that are not happy with all our corrections just like we use to be when we were kids.
When I was a little girl I hated my parents so much for always insisting that I do things the very way the want it done. And most times I will hear them say, we are doing this because of your future. I never wanted them to do anything because of my future. All I wanted was to do anything that I want not minding the consequences. They always know the end result of any action that I want to take.
MY EXPERIENCES
I was just seven years old when my mother asked me to go inside the room and get her something. When I got inside I perceived the sweet aroma of egusi soup made by my mother that same day and something just told me to open the pot and carry one meat to eat. I was afraid because I wasn't used to that. That was the first time I was tempted to do such and I was too afraid to do it. But the thought kept assuring me that my mother won't know. So I went ahead and open the pot, took one meat and eat. When I was through eating the meat I forget to wash my hands. When I went outside to give my mother what she asked for, she saw the hands and started asking questions. I couldn't hide it because it was all over my phone. She gave me the beating of my life that day and it developed this fear in me that I can't see anything that doesn't belong to me and Carry it. I stopped from that day. Though I wasn't happy with what she did, but that was how she stopped that bad character coming out of me.
UGLY SIDE OF ME BACK THEN
Sincerely speaking I was a very stubborn little girl always bringing problems home. I was always fighting even when I don't have any strength to fight, but I still go ahead and make troubles anyway I went. Most times when I am coming back from school, I will make sure to fight one or two people. My uniform always dirty because of fighting. But today I see myself in my little girl who loves making trouble. Even when I spank her I still know that this particular one took after me. Hahaha 馃槀. I know that God that changed me will also do same for her.
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