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Ok ok, before this blog becomes a "Diary of a Abused Husband or Wife" blog, let's get back to the original intent of the blog :) But before that, a final word from the husband...
Let's just say I believe my wife and I have one of the most blessed marriages and we always have fun together, sometimes spontaneous, sometimes purposely created. We always laugh at each other jokes, or at each other, and we enjoy being about each other... doing fun things, mundane things, or even just "feeling each other's presence" (a term coined by wife when we simply have nothing to do in this small little island of ours and end up just spending time with each other, stoning together). In a very real sense, we are best friends. (I can almost see the squirms of many couples reading this mail, hehe... but its true, we are best friends!)
So back to the original objective of the blog, let's talk about the baby and being a parent, for my side, a daddy.
Radio 93.8 (yes yes, I'm an oldie who listens to boring news radio channel) asked callers to tell them about "The thing I like about my mother most is..." And that set me thinking... whao... there are lots of things I like about my mother. The very fact that she endured the 40 weeks carrying me, and me coming out at 7.7 pounds or 3.5kg is enough reason for me to be eternally grateful. But I think one of the things that I am really grateful or like my mum for is that she is not the kind of mother who does senseless, screaming, "chase you all over the house" kind of caning. That's not to say I've never been caned, far from it. She has always given me warnings, and when I still err, she'll let me know that I will be getting caned that very night.
So with ample warning, the young mind gets mentally prepared, and of cos, tries to do everything else right that day to hopefully lessen the corporal punishment (even at that young age we know how to watch the winds). Night comes and I will be made to stand in front of her in the room (not that I was a stupid kid who doesn't know how to run away, but I know that will only worsen things, at least my dad is not in the picture yet), and she'll proceed to explain what the 1st cane is for, and "whack!", one strip on my leg. She'll then go on to explain what the 2nd cane is for, and "whack!"... by the time she comes to the 3rd, usually she herself will be crying (seeing my pain) but still she carries on. After she is done, she will bring me to her and start to apply soothing lotion on my legs, albeit with tears in her eyes. So at that early young age, I learnt the difference between love and punishment, and how they could both coexist together.
Well, that is something that my wife and I have discussed before and believe that's how we'll disclipline boy boy as well, but I guess she'll do the caning, hehe, while I act as the Escalation Manager, like how my dad used to be. He has never caned us (my brother and I), but a shout from that booming voice was enough to cower us to obey, hehe... somehow it really had an effect. Maybe the early movies of authority in booming voices helped my dad's cause, Darth Vader comes to mind.
Let's hope we won't have to use the cane, but I wouldn't bet on it, as the bible says, 'He who spares the rod hates his son, but he who loves him is careful to discipline him. Prov 13:24'. But we ARE praying for an obedient child :)