My son Will sent me an article from the Canadian Medical Association Journal. Its title clearly says, “Spanking Undermines a Child’s Long-Term Development.”
I knew I shouldn’t have spanked him for standing up in his high-chair at age two. It made him more aggressive and violent. The last time we were at his house, we sat down to eat and Will stood up in his chair. His 6’3″ frame towered over the table and guests, frowning down upon us, and looking like his undermined development was about to act out in chaotic violence. We all cowered in fear.
Just kidding! (more…)
Last week I wrote about our family picture shoot and my own impatience in the process. I asked for any other stories that you might want to submit, mainly so that I wouldn’t feel so alone in the role of spoiler. Thank you, Amy Kendall, for sending your pics and for your brief narrative.
Amy’s sister wanted everyone in white shirts for the picture, but somehow Amy did not get the word. In Amy’s words, “I don’t think I was a ‘picture’ of Christ that day.” The final result is below. (more…)
Thanksgiving was fun. All of our kids were home along with new spouses and friends.
Our meal preparations were lively as the bustle around the kitchen was full of laughter and stories and conversation and an overabundance of excellent cooks.
We moved the dining room table into the living room, added the leaves, pushed the breakfast table next to it and seated fourteen all together. It was delightful. That was Thursday.
Saturday, we planned to make a family picture. Family pictures tend to become aggravating events–worth it, but aggravating.
This year’s picture will probably be memorialized among my clan as the year that dad (that’s me) displayed my own lack of self-control. If the saying is true that “You can tell the size of a man by the size of the things that upset him,” then I was the smallest one in the picture. (more…)
“He looked me straight in the eye and said, ‘NO!’ at the top of his lungs.”
“I told her she couldn’t go to a movie with her friends. She sneaked out her window and went anyway.”
“He’s always facing off with me when his father is out of town. He knows better than to do it when his father is home.”
Defiance is a mountain–a very big mountain–if you don’t conquer it. And the earlier you climb it in your child’s life, the better. (more…)