Day 19: Disrespecting Your Parents
I don't get how this is a blog topic...
To disrespect your parents is to earn punishment.
When I was 18 I did disrespect my parents, and I thought they would disown me. 'Jars of Clay' (it was the 'Flood' CD) was the only thing that soothed my soul in the dark as tears silently ran down my cheeks. My Dad was so furious he threatened to spank me, and I was so mad I threatened to call and report it as abuse. Dad said he'd have a hard time forgetting this infraction. I was crushed.
What had I done?
Lied to them so I could stay with my boyfriend. Overnight. I had behaved like the other college students, co-habitating behind closed doors.
My parents felt betrayed, like I had thrown the values they instilled in me out the window. Now that I'm a parent, if one of my kids pulled this stunt, I'd be pretty pissed too. Hubby would have to hold me back. Luckily, I'm so short, he can!
All teenagers rebel against their parents. My rebellion came late, almost after my teen years were up and I was not under their roof.
But I still loved my parents enough to want to call home from college every week. I did not drink or party. I did my homework, and took summer classes a couple of years to get through my minor. Some rebellion, huh? You know what, I'm going to take classes! Yeah that's what!
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2 comments:
When I was 18 years old I was also threatened with a spanking for doing much the same thing. I stayed out till 4 am and when I came home gave my parents a bunch of crap. Went to bed pissed off.
The next morning I felt so guilty I asked my parents for the spanking they thought I deserved. It hurt my bottom and my pride, but in hindsight I think it was one of the best things I ever did. When it was over I was too embarassed to speak to them, but I wrote them a note asking them to repeat it if they ever thought I needed it again. Luckily I never did!!
Amy
I did not ask for my spanking.. I challenged the threat and it was the first time I ever stood up to my parents. It was the moment when they realized I was going to be okay on my own, but also the moment they felt the most ashamed of me. Mixed feelings abounded; anger, hurt, confusion, abandonment, pride.
Good thing we get past these hard times!
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