Questionable Decisions

19 Jan

I’ve made hundreds–and I’m thinking closer to a thousand, not a couple hundred–of questionable decisions in my short, short life. My twenties, so recently behind me, could be characterized as the decade of questionable decisions. Almost everything I did was thoughtless and stupid.

Some were harmless to other people: naked belly flops in the snow, for example. I have to sit still for several minutes at a time and rake my brain to recall that stuff. But, conversely, the decisions that hurt other people, the stunts that have me asking am I a good person, that shit’ll stay with you.

Luckily, I have settled into a long period of making better decisions. Now, I’m back to hurting myself. As I lay at the bottom of the steps with my right leg folded awkwardly under my body and with a big lump forming on my elbow, I might question my very recent decision to run down the stairs in my slickest of socks. You know, that kind of stuff.

Just under three weeks ago, I made a decision to create a separate blog and now I’m categorizing that act as questionable. So, I’m going to move all that stuff over here. The stuff over there is too similar in tone to the stuff here.

Well, since I’m here…

After writing about Michaels and domestic corporal punishment, I realized that maybe tons of parents spank their kids and when I called Scarface “psychotic” because she was going to beat some ass with a paddle, maybe I had a few people thinking Hey, I beat my kids’ asses at least twice a day! I didn’t research it first. It’s legal to spank your own children here in the United States, but it’s a controversial topic. It has been outlawed in 29 countries. Sweden was the first to ban it in 1979.

Ass beatings by hand were a part of my childhood, but not a regular occurrence. My dad spanked me a total of one time and, for that reason, is the most memorable. Mom was at the store or something and dad wasn’t used to being alone with me. You could say he wasn’t a “hands on” parent (no pun intended). I remember sitting on the couch whining and crying about something. Basically, he spanked me because I wouldn’t shut up. Great parenting there, huh? After the single slap to my ass, I continued to sit on the couch whining and crying, probably louder, so he accomplished nothing, except to scare the shit out out of me.

So I was taught that it’s totally fine to beat a child if they won’t bend to your will. Still, when I had a kid of my own (Hi, Chloe!), I never considered beating her ass. Not once. It just didn’t make any sense to me. In fact, it seems barbaric and, well, unnecessary. Do I want to teach my girls (Hi, Ainsley!) that to stop unwanted behavior (At school, Billy Bob is stealing your crayons) you should resort to violence?

I would wager that many parents whip their kids for–yeah, I know, it’s crazy–being kids.


3 Responses to “Questionable Decisions”

  1. mom January 19, 2011 at 6:37 pm #

    You might have been crying cuz’ I left you at home…:)

    • fightn4it January 19, 2011 at 7:36 pm #

      Ha. I tried to remember, but yeah, that was probably it. I remember him pacing and not being in such a hot mood to begin with. Ha.

  2. Patience aka Nurse Wrachette January 20, 2011 at 4:32 pm #

    Ya know, thinking back… my father spanked the heck out of me. Mind you even by my standards I was a real piece of work, and if I were my own child I would have too. But many a wooden hanger was busted on my bum! Then that pesky no touching students thing came up (my parents were teachers) and I was never touched again. I guess they were afraid that a fellow teacher would see marks and say “Hey those teachers are hitting a student!” But still depending on what my child has done, like decapitate there hamster with no remorse, I would paddle there bottoms! But to kick there sister … nah kick away

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