Father knows best
I can recall back when I was a young kid, my mom would tuck me in, and that’d be that. My dad would only come in when brute force was needed. A parent can’t do that today, because of all the wimpy PC laws. Now, kids get a time out, and have to stand in a corner, or go to their rooms. Yet, we continue to wonder why some kids are out of control. Well, duh! That time out really gets their attention, doesn’t it? That is, until the next time out...and the next one..,and the next one, and next thing you know, you’re in juvenile court with the kid, and in trouble with the DSS for the discipline of said kid. Kids have rights, remember? I would have loved to have seen some of these jokers go to my dad and tell him he couldn’t adjust his kids attitudes. There would have been one more civil servant to have felt the wrath of dear old dad. One thing I can faithfully and honestly say. My dad had wisdom and integrity. The DSS...not so much. I remember a few times, when my dad had discovered some things that I’d been into that I knew he did not approve if, he would merely mention the fact that he knew, and that in the near future, he would deal with me about it. I came to realize early on that he actually meant this: He would give me time to drift off to sleep and forget about my transgressions, and then, out of the blue, he would barge into my bedroom, and saying either, “Boy (or son), you think I forgot about it, didn’t you?” And then, with the force of a MOAB, would jerk the covers off me with a force so strong, it would automatically slam the door shut it my room. Talk about a wake up call. Talk about the blues. However, I am still grateful today for his discipline, wisdom, and love. And I didn’t turn out too bad, either. At least I came to realize that I was loved enough that my parents wanted only the best for me. Let me give you an example, and not of myself, but of my older brother, who this to deal with from our dad. I have to admit, I have the utmost respect for my brother, but this pretty much defined our respect for our father. My brother, who shall remain nameless here, was in high school, maybe a Jr, or Sr. as I can’t recall. Anyway, he had laid out of school, and was unknowingly seen/caught by my mom, who happened to see him and his buddies as she was glancing out the kitchen window. Long story short... of course, our dad found out and the next morning, my dad wrote an “excuse” for my brother to the principal at the high school which simply stated: ________ intentionally laid out of school without my permission. Punish as you see fit. And my dad signed his name to it and gave it to my brother. And my brother gave it to the principal. I can’t say that I would have done that, because I have no way of knowing. But I do know that my brother had enough faith in our father, that he knew he had to do the right thing. All in all, what I’m saying is, I wish the man was still here with us, (he passed away March 25, 2009) because we could all use some of his wisdom and understanding. Now, who will discipline and get through to the next generation? Is anyone listening? Is anyone leading? Thanks, pop. And thanks, brother.
Posted by sanstaff
on Jun 5th, 2010 and filed under Local.
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