Sometimes you just wake up and wonder what happened and where everything went wrong. When I look back at my Pint size Prince’s Precious life, I realize that he is punking me and I need to get a grip. Where did it start? Was it when he was 6 weeks old and referred to the Pediatric Cardiologist for Heart problems? Maybe. Was it when he was diagnosed with Asthma and had to take several breathing treatments a day? Possibly. Or could it be when he was in the Hospital at age 3 for seven days because he had Mono and he was struggling to breathe and he was hooked up to so many machines? I think that might have been one of the deciding factors. Oh, who am I kidding, I’ve always been a softy. Roman was a King and now Zion is the reigning Prince. Other factors do play into this as I had Zion later in life and there is a huge age gap between my boys. I know I love my boys with all my heart and soul, but they need a strong leader.
I’ve always had a problem spanking, but I do correct and I do speak at length with my children about what is right and wrong. I just can’t seem to get around this sense of entitlement thing. Is it too late? Are they still teachable? Zion thinks that the way you clean up is to wait for the House Manager (Housekeeper) to come or call someone else to do it. It’s not pretty and I’m certainly not proud. I was not raised this way. My husband certainly was not. He thinks screaming, threatening behavior, bullying and beating somebody will cure everything. He says in his family they don’t do time out, they do knock out. When he does this I go into protective mode. Just for the record, he does not beat or spank, he just threatens. We need to meet somewhere in the middle. Zion has ADHD so I know he needs a firm hand and discipline, but I just don’t agree that being angry and screaming at a child is going to fix him. I did get spanked when I was a child. In fact I got one just about every day and I earned every one of them. I was a handful. My parents loved me, but they didn’t mess around with me. I took the spanking and then I was off to terrorize the next person, place or thing.
I struggle with this issue, and I babysit all the time and I never spank the kids. I love all the kids especially the bad ones. They love to come to my house and play. I can identify with them because I was that kid along with my sister that no one wanted to keep. We went through so many babysitters, it was awful. We even had family members that quit because we were so bad and we got spanked. Zion is getting bigger and smarter and I need to figure this thing out for his sake and for mine. I love him, but I can’t give him everything, I need boundaries without feeling guilty and a good swat every now and then probably won’t hurt him. I don’t yell at him, but I am working on my firm voice.
As I’m writing this I have just been notified by the pint sized Prince that he has renamed America. It is now to be called Zion-a-tropolis. As my acting Editor in Chief Zion reads my latest submission, he sweetly turns to me and says,”Mommy you are doing a great job, you don’t need to spank. You’re the best Mommy in the whole wide world and I love you so much!” I am so in way over my head.