Worst Kept Secr…

Worst Kept Secret           

.  I was smacked hard when I had “temper tantrums”.  The smack left a red inprint of my mother’s hand on my leg.  I remember rubbing the place where it stung to take the pain away. .  There are more positive ways of punishing a child than smacking.  Children need to be guided gently and with patience not with threats of the slipper when your Dad gets home or a cane which is hidden on the top of the cupboard.    

Having two children is always a busy time.  But shouts and threats do not teach children how to behave appropriately.  On the contrary this sort of parental is lazy and it loses its fear factor as the child moves into the teen years.  

The past is the past.  And revisiting it is painful.  Regurgitating old memories in a self-analytic way only reinforces the negativity that caused you to  bring to mind that old memory in the first place.  Forgiveness is the positive way forward.  If I allow a person who was cruel to still have an affect on me all these years  later then I am giving that person a great deal more power than they deserve and ultimately I will continue to make myself ill in one way or another if I cannot let these old grudges go.




Posted on January 30, 2012, in mental health and spiritual awareness. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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