​It’s been a while, I know, since I’ve written a post. 

There are many reasons for this, chief among them being that my son had yet another surgery and the Christmas season is busy.

Another reason is that I still feel as though I am trying to really dig in and find my voice for this blog: Who am I, and what am I about? Who am I writing "stuff" for? 

And, what’s the point of writing on a blog in 2019 when most everyone feels far too busy to be reading articles? 

The voice-for-this-blog dilemma is a microcosm of my current life.

Who am I? What is my purpose in this world? Am I living my best life? 

These are questions I have been wrestling too, which have also stalled my writing.

I am one of those people who can envision myself in a variety of careers, wearing a variety of different hats. 

In other words, I have a great imagination.

When I was a child, I had endless ideas.

I remember exploring a new career each day (usually one employing creativity), imagining myself becoming “great” in that area. Then, I would either become bored or disillusioned with my lack of natural talent, and move on to exploring a new idea for future-me.

I always dreamed of being great and making an impression on this world. 

I also love children. 

I love being a mother. 

I have loved playing with my babies and watching them morph into tiny human beings. 

Lately I feel as though I am straddling an imaginary line between the small beautiful world of my own little family and the great big world of possibility.

Children do not choose to come into this world. They are much smaller than us and ridiculously powerless. They grow and change every single day.

I am not sorry I have focused on my children for these years of their young childhoods. I believe I will never regret this choice.

Now that the little ones are getting bigger and more independent, I have this burning desire to figure out what I want to do with myself, though.

I want to inspire my children by working hard at something. 

I want them to see that men and women can wear many different hats throughout their lifetimes. 

I want them to see that choosing themselves and choosing their children are not mutually exclusive: different phases of life might require more of a focus on one or the other, but everyone in a family (as in life) is equally valuable. 

I know I am rambling here…but can you empathize?

A few months ago, I decided I wanted to pursue a master’s or doctorate degree. Returning to the classroom as a teacher is not something I want to do, though I loved my years of teaching.

After exploring my options, I have tentatively landed on a master’s degree in applied anthropology.

I have always been fascinated by culture, and I also have a heart to help the immigrant and the marginalized, which applied anthropology would give me excellent tools for.

While I am literally clawing at the starting gate, other pressing matters have reared their heads: I don’t want a bunch of debt when I’m finished getting a degree, my family could currently use some extra income, and I have to take the GRE, which I won’t finish on time for next fall. 

Following that thread of reasoning has led me to the decision to build a business teaching online and writing curriculum for fellow homeschool parents. 

Sometimes I get excited about all of these "things" I want to do.

My husband, thankfully, believes in our equal partnership and will be there for our kids as I become busier.

Other times, doubt makes an appearance, warning and condemning me to failure. 

How will I find the time to do all this? 

What if I spend lots of precious time trying to build a biz, and then it all falls apart?

What if going to school “takes me away” from my ever-evolving children too much? 

What if our family can’t handle all the stress this will bring?

What if my son’s cancer returns or another one of us gets sick or something costly in our house falls apart?

But I know I have to proceed, one step at a time, making the most of every moment as I go along.

What is my point in writing this post? 

First, to say to other friends who are looking at big changes in their lives, "I'm right there with you".

But also just to process where I’m at and why, and to say I will absolutely keep blogging...it may be sporadic, but even if no one’s reading, at least I’m getting in some great writing practice. 

And eventually, I think I will begin to iron out what my voice in life and on this blog is, as well as my purpose.

To anyone out there reading these posts, thank you for hangin’ in there with me.

If you don’t mind adventure, incongruence and wild random thoughts on life that connect in strange or surprising ways, then definitely stick around, ha!

Finally, Merry Christmas to all.

If you are feeling more heartache than joy this week, I get it. Just know that you are not alone; reach out to others, let them carry hope's torch for now, know you are deeply deeply loved.







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I remember as a young mom being flooded with fear when my oldest child yelled, “No, mommy!”, and ran.

I wasn’t going to spank or otherwise punish him, so what was I going to do? And was I making a mistake? Was my son turning into a rebellious child?

Fast forward ten years, and now I don’t flinch when I hear, “No, I won’t!” or “Why?!”. 

To be honest, I rarely hear those words. 

If I do hear them, though, I know it is time to dig deeper because there is something going on in my child’s life, some unspoken stress or frustration or unmet need. 

You see, I have learned through experience that children want to please parents with whom they have a good relationship. Children want to feel at peace in their worlds; they do not want to cause chaos or distress.

I have learned through experience, and also through memory. 

I remember being a child. 

I remember my point of view. 

I remember making wrong choices, and I remember why I made those choices, and it certainly wasn’t because I was evil to the core. 

I was simply a child making precocious, not-always-wise decisions. After all, isn’t childhood about experimenting, failing, retrying and learning, over and over and over again?

Parenting author and speaker Barbara Coloroso gives the following guidelines in her excellent book Kids Are Worth It:

“The Golden Rule, as it is called, can serve us well when applied to our relations with our children. If we are not sure whether what we are doing with children is right, we need only put ourselves in their place and ask if we would want it done to us— not was it done to us, but would we want it done to us? If the answer is no, then we have to ask ourselves why we would ever want to do it to our children.” 

I wholeheartedly agree. I would not want to be hit, punished or verbally shamed when I make mistakes. So why would I do these things to my children?

And yet, as young parents we are fed so many messages which fill us with fear.

Incidentally, fear isn’t a great baseline from which to parent.

I remember all the confusing, fear-inducing messages I once received. 

One was, “always win your battles”. 

The idea behind this way of thinking was that children come into this world armed and ready to go to war with their parents; it is therefore the parents’ job to show their children who is boss.

Another was, “teach your children to fear you, because fear is the beginning of wisdom, and fear will lead them to God”. 

Again, at the root of this idea was the thought that children were born far from God and desirous of sinning, and it was a parent’s job to send them running toward God.

When I was a teenager, I overheard our next door neighbor brag about spanking his daughter. 

He mentioned that even at six months of age, she was rebellious. And so he began to spank her. By the time she was a few years old, he claimed, he had bred an obedient daughter.

Later, when I was a teacher (and before I had kids), I would think to myself, “I’ll never allow my children to be as disrespectful as xyz students. No matter what it takes, I will train them to behave better than that.”

I was assuming that parenting was simple; it was all about control and forcing children to behave.

I once heard child-rearing compared to nurturing a weed-free garden. Children were fertile, producing verdant greenery, but their gardens also invited weeds. 

It was therefore a parent’s job to pull weeds, prune plants and drive stakes to bind and straighten the unruly plants. I shudder at the implications of this analogy.

I also inherited a tangible fear of parents who didn’t punish their children. 

The implication I received was that parents who didn’t punish really didn’t care about their children.

I often overheard people say they didn’t know how they would control their children if they didn’t spank or punish.

And yet. 

And yet, I could not, just could not, ignore that question: How would I want to be treated? 

I could not ignore my heart’s answer either: I would want to be approached with wisdom, insight and opportunities for restoration and repair, not with some wielded implement designed to fill me with pain, shame and fear.

Discipline vs. Punishment

I’ve read many parenting experts who equate spanking with discipline. I heartily disagree. 

The way I see it, you can either discipline your child or you can punish your child.

And what is punishment? 

Punishment is basically a system of correcting misbehavior which involves making a child pay for their wrongdoing in some way. It may be by spanking or hitting the child, but it could also be shaming a child or portraying a strong disapproval of them until they have sufficiently made up for what they did.

I believe punishment is overall a culturally acceptable way to deal with children. 

I have often seen people post on social media: “I was spanked, and it did me good”.

I have seen other people lauded as good parents for publicly shaming their “rebellious” teenagers.

There is another way to teach children, however. It is called discipline.

​Discipline has the smaller word “disciple” in it and implies being proactive, relationship-oriented, and restorative rather than reactive and punishment-oriented.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve heard many folks blame behavior problems in schools on teachers no longer being able to wield the “rod”. 

I have heard it said that if more parents were spanking their children, then children “today” would behave better.

This makes me sad. 

I want to tell people that treating children with dignity and respect isn’t the source of “behavior problems”. 

If children are ignored by their parents, then yes, they may struggle to know how to behave “appropriately” in this world. 

If they are raised permissively, then yes, they may “rebel”. It is frustrating for children never to know what the boundaries are, just as it would be frustrating for adults if their GPS systems regularly led them in the wrong direction.

It is possible, though, to raise children without shaming, punishing or inflicting pain on them. Trust me, life will deal enough of this to them. We as parents ought to be the safe haven, the shore for their beaten-down ships.

If Punishment Isn’t The Only Way To Raise Children, Why Is It Preached As "The Best Method" In So Many Circles?

Let’s go back to those confusing messages I received as a young parent.

Woven through all of them were some common themes:

• Children are not born innocent. They are born devious and sinful and dangerous.
• Children wish to be at war with their parents.
• Children will only turn toward God if they are afraid of judgment.
• Children must be controlled. They will not willingly cooperate.
• The best way for children to learn is to be punished.

These ideas had to come from somewhere, right?

Philip Greven is a history professor at Rutgers University. He wrote an excellent book entitled Spare the Child in which he examines “The religious roots of punishment and the psychological impact of physical abuse.”

I highly recommend the book, especially if you are a parent wrestling with these issues.

In Spare the Child, Greven outlines both religious and secular rationales for punishment. 

I was sickened by some of his words in regard to Christians, though I personally know them to be true, “For centuries, Protestant Christians have been among the most ardent advocates of corporal punishment.” 

Why is this? 

It makes me angry. 

Christians, who claim to be all about love and forgiveness, have for so long advocated for violence against children (and so many others seen as "inferior") as “God’s way.” Many still do.

This is not to say that if you spank or punish your children, I am angry with you. 

I have no right to judge you. 

But I do ask that you take some time to ponder your own thinking on this matter. 

I urge you to explore history and culture and ask yourself if this is the best way to raise a child.

And please do not tell me that spanking your child is any different than hitting your child. 

How would you feel if someone bent you over a bed and used a belt, a rod, a stick or even a hand to inflict pain on you? 

Since this is a blog about faith questions, I would like to examine the reasons Christians advocate spanking. I will be using many ideas from Greven’s book and some thoughts from my own experience. 

Deep-Rooted Cultural and Religious Beliefs Affect Our Parenting Paradigms

Punishing children is nothing new. It has been the chosen method of child-rearing and guidance for centuries: http://www.localhistories.org/corporal.html, https://www.newworldencyclopedia.org/entry/corporal_punishment.

Since ancient times, corporal punishment was the norm in most cultures; it was in fact considered an equitable method to correct children; it was also a chosen method of correction for criminals and slaves.

Are you as horrified as I am that children in their innocence and incomplete understanding of life would be treated in the same way as hardened criminals (and no, I’m not saying beating criminals is a good idea either)?

There are many reasons Christians site in defense of the corporal punishment of children. Here are a few:

• God’s actions in the Old Testament are often swift and punitive.
• The book of Proverbs uses strong language:
  • “...a rod is for the back of him that is void of understanding...”
  • “...stripes for the back of fools…”
  • “The rod and reproof give wisdom…”
  • “The blueness of a wound cleanseth evil: so do stripes the inward parts of the belly…”
• In Deuteronomy, Moses told the Israelites to stone a rebellious son.
• Jesus was “punished” by God for our sins.
• God punishes people by sending them to hell if they reject God’s offer of forgiveness.

Then there are those themes I mentioned earlier which were woven throughout the cultural parenting messages I received. I’d like to review those briefly:

• Children are not born innocent. They are born devious and sinful and dangerous.
• Children wish to be at war with their parents.
• Children will only turn toward God if they are afraid of judgment.
• Children must be controlled. They will not willingly cooperate.
• The best way for children to learn is to be punished.

I posit that this view of children and childhood, combined with the afore-mentioned “Christian” points of view, have led to the belief that not only is corporal punishment mandated by God but it is also the best way to teach children.

The way we think matters.

If we think children are at war with us and born filled with sin, if we are terrified children will “go to hell”, then we can see why parents might take desperate measures. 

Not only does the way we think matter, but our way of thinking, or paradigm, comes from somewhere.

Once we trace the roots of our thinking, we can examine it.

We can ask ourselves if there are other ways to think about children.

Next week, I will delve into more of the roots of our cultural thinking about punishment, both Christian and non-Christian.

Meanwhile, I ask you to spend some time imagining your spouse or best friend approaching you with a corrective voice and then inflicting pain on you or publicly shaming you. 

What if this favorite trusted person of yours were to proceed to tell you that what she was doing was mandated by God? 

What if he told you that what he was doing was because he loves you?

Would it be difficult to look this person in the eye with the same level of trust and devotion you once had? Would you be unsure whether to fight, flee or hide? Which would you pick?






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I've been there, and I wouldn't be surprised if you have too.

You know, that chilling place where you're at the end of your rope, your patience thin thin ice.

Have you been there, with children? With your very own little ones?

Every time I arrive at that place, I am overwhelmed with gratitude I don't use any form of punishment with my littles. I shudder at the picture of myself angry and out of control.

In the next few weeks, I am tackling the concept of punishment.

I'm going to chat especially about what we communicate with children when we punish them, how a punishment mentality affects us as adults and how not punishing can change our attitudes and outlooks in many areas of life.

As an intro to the topic, I'm going to share some poems I have written on the subject of how children are treated.

Friends, do you remember being children?

Do you remember times when the adults around you assigned motives to your behavior that weren't even in the ballpark of True?

How do you wish you had been treated? 

More on this topic next week...