I found parents who discipline their children by spanking or hitting are the most pathetic barbarous people ever breathe on the face of the earth. It’s one of the classic examples of bullying, and the worst part is the child doesn’t even have a chance to defend or run away.

Went to dinner at my aunt’s house and witnessed my cousin’s husband ”disciplined” his son, who is 2.5 years of age, because the child didn’t want to eat. this barbaric man was forcing his son to eat by jamming the spoon of rice into his mouth while yelling: “You better eat dinner or I’ll hit you!” Alvin, my nephew, was crying his lungs out, choking on his own tears, and gasping for air. The father took the chopstick and start hitting on the child’s legs. My parents, uncle, aunt, and i were shocked. We told him not to force Alvin to eat or hit him and leave him alone to cry because no one can eat under a terror situation while crying and obviously we can’t eat while witnessing the act of devil this guy doing. His wife said nothing and he had the audacity telling us “the more anyone interfering the way i discipline my chilren, the more the child is going to get hit.” We were beyond upset but had shut our opinions for the child’s shake. To top this situation off, he showed some affections to Alvin by holding him and asked: “Was it hurt when i hit you?” and i thought: what a fake, if i use a stick to hit you, would it hurt?

i grew up with the belief of discipline without punishments or hitting/spanking. love and affection would do the trick, all the time! my parents have never hit or spanked me.. they’ve never raised their voice, they always use calm tone to talk to us, my older brother and i. in my family, we always joke around, having fun, making fun of one another. we’re occasionally grouchy but always end up ok. i remember one time i did something really bad, i saw my father sighed and my brother cried but they didn’t yell at me. they gently told me how disappointed they were and shared with me their words of wisdom. that hurt me more than any physical damages.

love is the best weapon that my family is using against my rebellious way. everytime i was about to do something (bad or wrong) the first thought was: would i disappoint my family? will i hurt them in any ways? the fear of hurting them emotionally and mentally is far worse than the fear of going home and get spanked/hit physically. i grew up in love and not in fear.  that is the best blessing i have in life.