If you recalled the Christmas gift I got for my kids last year, I am sad to say that I finally had to use it yesterday. It was a painful decision but I had to harden my heart to do it.
The screams pierced through the quiet neighbourhood on a Sunday night and the windows across my front yard started lighting up like a Wheel-Of-Fortune word board.
It wasn't a one-off incident where Faith was behaving badly that sparked the hantam session. It was the accumulation of her nonsense finally coming to an over-boil.
It wasn't her defiance of picking up her shoe and storing it properly that triggered the thrashing session. It was the tantrum that she threw in her attempt to cow us into relent that tripped the circuitry.
No way, Missy. Not this time and certainly not with me.
I gave her a count to three to go pick up her shoe.
1... 2... 3... Faith still sat there on the floor bawling in defiance.
Her first reaction was shock. She didn't expect me to really go through with it. Nobody tried to stop me. Grandpa and Grandma just watched her in silence. She tried to call my bluff and lost this time.
I gave her another count.
1... 2... 3... Still refused to get moving.
She couldn't believe it. She told the worst was over after that last stroke.
Sorry, Missy. We have only just begun.
She then started scrambling for her shoe but was still screaming and bawling at the same time. She is still defiant as if I have wronged her.
I told her to get in the house. She stubbornly refused to budge.
1... 2... 3... Still sitting there.
This must have gone on for quite some time and if I were to count the total number of lashes. It would come somewhere close to 20.
That's how stubborn she was.
However, while the first few strokes were really hard, the subsequent ones were controlled or missed her "by accident".
I bought 5 canes during my last trip back. I am left with only 1. The rest were all "accidentally" destroyed by the kids using them as a toy. Perhaps the ease of destroying the canes led them into a false impression that I just bought them for the sake of buying to scare the kids. I supposed Faith really did not expect me to really follow through with it. But I did.
What followed was a big tiff with the wife as I shut myself up in the Faith's bedroom for the night.
The lashes were no doubt painful, but it was I who have to bear the permanent scars.
The screams pierced through the quiet neighbourhood on a Sunday night and the windows across my front yard started lighting up like a Wheel-Of-Fortune word board.
It wasn't a one-off incident where Faith was behaving badly that sparked the hantam session. It was the accumulation of her nonsense finally coming to an over-boil.
It wasn't her defiance of picking up her shoe and storing it properly that triggered the thrashing session. It was the tantrum that she threw in her attempt to cow us into relent that tripped the circuitry.
No way, Missy. Not this time and certainly not with me.
I gave her a count to three to go pick up her shoe.
1... 2... 3... Faith still sat there on the floor bawling in defiance.
*PIAK*
I gave her another count.
1... 2... 3... Still refused to get moving.
*PIAK*
Sorry, Missy. We have only just begun.
She then started scrambling for her shoe but was still screaming and bawling at the same time. She is still defiant as if I have wronged her.
I told her to get in the house. She stubbornly refused to budge.
1... 2... 3... Still sitting there.
*PIAK*
That's how stubborn she was.
However, while the first few strokes were really hard, the subsequent ones were controlled or missed her "by accident".
I bought 5 canes during my last trip back. I am left with only 1. The rest were all "accidentally" destroyed by the kids using them as a toy. Perhaps the ease of destroying the canes led them into a false impression that I just bought them for the sake of buying to scare the kids. I supposed Faith really did not expect me to really follow through with it. But I did.
What followed was a big tiff with the wife as I shut myself up in the Faith's bedroom for the night.
The lashes were no doubt painful, but it was I who have to bear the permanent scars.
- Voxeros
1. Gary left...
Tuesday, 17 April 2007 4:05 am
wah lao.. think your princess daughter will be crying for mummy for the next few days.. and the second time wont be that soon either!!
2. JayWalk left...
Gary: She is always crying for mommy on a daily basis. I doubt if that actually made any difference. I really hope I don't have to do it again.
Gary: She is always crying for mommy on a daily basis. I doubt if that actually made any difference. I really hope I don't have to do it again.
3. Marcus left...
Tuesday, 17 April 2007 1:28 pm
I come from a 'martial' family and when all forms of explanation and reasoning have been exhausted, the cane is the final answer. And I am glad to admit that I turned out better and stronger for it.
4. JayWalk left...
Marcus: Welcome to the blog! Let's put it this way, we were all brought the old skool way i.e. kena hantam left right centre when we were young and guess what? We all turned out pretty ok.
So how is it that this age-old tried-and-tested method be wrong and that we need all these new age fancy smancy teaching methods to replace the old way of bringing up a child?
Marcus: Welcome to the blog! Let's put it this way, we were all brought the old skool way i.e. kena hantam left right centre when we were young and guess what? We all turned out pretty ok.
So how is it that this age-old tried-and-tested method be wrong and that we need all these new age fancy smancy teaching methods to replace the old way of bringing up a child?
5. winter left...
i guess u can explain it to her in the later part the reason for the caning.
so tat she knows that she will be punished when she does something wrong
Thursday, 19 April 2007 9:53 pm
hmmm.. i am sure it's painful in ur heart to hit her with the cane. i guess u can explain it to her in the later part the reason for the caning.
so tat she knows that she will be punished when she does something wrong
6. JayWalk left...
Friday, 20 April 2007 1:28 pm ::
Winter: Well, I didn't conduct a debrief or something to that matter. I laid out everything up front before I start the caning. 
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