Say NO to sticks and filthy words

A mother sends her seven years old son to school with brand new geometry box, polished shoe and well covered books. The boy then takes a leave with a kiss planted on his right cheek. His mom waits until the boy joins his friends and see them fade into the throngs of students.

In the school, the boy obeys his elders. His demeanor is admired by teachers and every other kids love to frolic with him. He never dirties his dress, writes with immaculate handwriting, never loses his pencils and comes back home on time.

As soon as he is home, he grooms his hands and legs. Then sits for cartoon network channel and settles down on assigned home works. If he is unable to do on his own, instead of closing the book, he seeks help from the mother. When everything is done, he is headed for bed on time.

Even at home, he exhibits good conduct and wins his mothers’ heart. The mother feels lucky to have son like him.

But how many would believe a boy of seven to have all the aforementioned traits? Who would not find the boy losing pencils and dirtying his dress frequently? Will it be complete shock to see him return home with torn books and laddered socks? Let alone a boy of seven, even the grown-ups today are unable to catch hold of their own.

Then does it take a beating to mend the decadence of the child.

I have been witness to some parents going unmerciful on their little ones. Some even to the extent of passing obnoxious remarks like “bastard or dead meat”. And paradoxically, they talk of the child messing up in school when all is not well with his upbringing at home.

A recent scene from a mother to her son shook me badly. Given her decent education, the way she dealt her son was not at par. The boy had returned home with pencils lost and dress dirtied. He appeared tensed. Everything was disordered. Moreover, to worsen the situation, he showed up home late than usual.

“What makes you late today?” rang the voice coarsely with harsh pull of the ear. The boy stooped and uttered nothing.

“Where is the geometry box?” “Ah…los….lost” came the quivering response.

Then commenced the drama. Were it not been for me than she could have whipped the child. She went all filthy while the boy trembled helplessly. I couldn’t interject either, rather her American way made me flee the scene.

Soon I doubted that she had an unhealthy way of parenting. When enquired, she admitted honestly. Vexed by her traditional approach, I made a feeble attempt to convince her. I told her to daily guide the child and do away with abusing or maltreating. She responded positively and supposedly repented for the vulgar treatment.

I suggested her to treat him in a way he would like and not to inject much of fear as it would kill the seeds of confidence in him. She beamed with smiles and I was hopeful.

My final suggestion to all the parents here is- say NO to sticks and invest time to nurture, for even Rome was not build in a day. 

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