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\u201cOh, I\u2019m sorry<\/em>, mommy!\u201d<\/p>\n

Sally was heartfelt and genuine, and that took me aback, because I realized something in that moment. I realized something that hit me in the gut.<\/p>\n

When I was a child, \u201cI\u2019m sorry\u201d meant \u201cplease don\u2019t hit me.\u201d <\/em><\/p>\n

Reeling from this realization, I queried Sally about her motivations for saying \u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d curious to hear her thoughts.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know that maked you sad,\u201d she said, pointing to the broken mug matter-of-factly. \u201cSo I sayed \u2018I\u2019m sorry\u2019 to try to help you to feel better. I will be more careful with your mug next time.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sally\u2019s response made me cry. For those of you who, like me, grew up in authoritarian families and are afraid that you will repeat your parents\u2019 mistakes and ruin any children you might have, know that that is not fated. It can be different. Sally proves that to me every single day.<\/p>\n

And now, I can\u2019t get the voices of my past out of my head.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom, I\u2019m sorry! Please don\u2019t spank me! I said I\u2019m sorry! I won\u2019t do it again, I promise! I\u2019m sorry, mom, I\u2019m sorry!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

$\"\"$ <\/a>\u201cI\u2019m sorry\u201d was a desperate plea, a cry for mercy. It was nothing like Sally\u2019s genuine, heartfelt apology for breaking my mug. And how could it be? When the threat of being hit hangs over your head, how can anything be truly genuine? I even carefully regulated my tears when I was spanked as a child, making sure to cry enough that my mother would know I wasn\u2019t rebelliously refusing to cry but not so much that she would think I was crying angrily and out of rebellion. Everything was calculated carefully, with the desire to avoid being hit.<\/p>\n

Growing up in a home where physical punishment was administered was like walking around with a noose around my neck, never knowing when it might be pulled tight just to remind me who was boss. I lived my life under the threat of physical violence. But it doesn\u2019t have to be that way. Raising children doesn\u2019t have to mean living a life peppered with threats of violence, or even any threats at all. Raising children can be a cooperative venture based on compassion and a desire for understanding and a willingness to listen.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m not pretending that raising children in a positive and healthy way is never challenging or difficult, but believe me when I say that it is more than worth it\u2014for me as much as for Sally.<\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"