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Dinner is a special time, a religious time alotted out of each day to nourish our bodies and our spirits. My son and I sit down for dinner together nearly every evening he's here. Our conversations always reflect upon the neccessities of life and for a three year old intellect our conversations run pretty deep... like the one day he told me he thought I was mysical or the other day when he said we need to get our own house, that this was John's house (landlord), and it's getting time for us to get our own space (I've been thinking along the exact same lines).
I try to keep my sermons on life light hearted, spiritual, and thought provoking; always letting him think for himself and free to arrive at his own conclusions. Tonight we somehow ended up on the topic of spanking....(I've spanked my son one time and so I always remind him of this to keep it fresh in his mind). So tonight I asked again to see if he remembered..."how many times did I spank you?"
"One time" he said.
Then I asked where we were to be sure he truly did remember.
"Church" he said.
Then I started to tell him about the path of life...how a father has the responsibility to raise his son so that he grows up to be a happy and responsible adult. I gave him an example of the alternative where a father and son grow apart and how it adversley affects both there lives. He studied my fingers walking along the table in seperate directions with a distraught look upon his face and I took that as an opportunity to shovel more food into his mouth.
Then I reverted back to the Sunday he recieved his spanking and asked him..."did I tell you I was going to spank you before I did it ?"
He smiled and studied my face before replying.
"Yes" he said still studying my face and looking me in the eyes he said..."I love you daddy" and leaned over to give me a kiss, then a big hug with his trademark pat on the back.
His understanding really blew me away and validated the importance of us having these special times together.
I try to keep my sermons on life light hearted, spiritual, and thought provoking; always letting him think for himself and free to arrive at his own conclusions. Tonight we somehow ended up on the topic of spanking....(I've spanked my son one time and so I always remind him of this to keep it fresh in his mind). So tonight I asked again to see if he remembered..."how many times did I spank you?"
"One time" he said.
Then I asked where we were to be sure he truly did remember.
"Church" he said.
Then I started to tell him about the path of life...how a father has the responsibility to raise his son so that he grows up to be a happy and responsible adult. I gave him an example of the alternative where a father and son grow apart and how it adversley affects both there lives. He studied my fingers walking along the table in seperate directions with a distraught look upon his face and I took that as an opportunity to shovel more food into his mouth.
Then I reverted back to the Sunday he recieved his spanking and asked him..."did I tell you I was going to spank you before I did it ?"
He smiled and studied my face before replying.
"Yes" he said still studying my face and looking me in the eyes he said..."I love you daddy" and leaned over to give me a kiss, then a big hug with his trademark pat on the back.
His understanding really blew me away and validated the importance of us having these special times together.