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Hitting our kids is child abuse at home....

As, I see my son diving into the swimming pool, I hear a sound next to me. I was shaken up. It was the sound of the four year old child slapped on her face by her dad. This child was sitting in between her parents.
I really wanted to ignore what I heard but by reflex my head turned towards the sound. My eyes meet the mothers eyes who I thought would feel apologetic about what just happened. But she smiled at me and I tried stopping myself from giving her the most cruellest of my looks. (I told myself to stop being judgemental)
While this little girl started crying, her mom started laughing and told her daughter-
How was the beating?
Was it tasty?
Told you to listen to daddy else Daddy gets angry!!!
Don’t you understand....
Start behaving like a girl and listen ( I was zapped ....)
I wanted to get up and slap this six feet heavily built dad who thought it was wise to hit this little delicate doll but I stopped myself !!!
Was the dad trying to teach that being a girl means she has to listen.
And is she not learning that you need to raise your hand and shout to make people listen to you!!!!
And when this girl will raise her hand at school on other little kids, he will blame it all on her.
Is he not the role model for her modelling that it is ok to hit and make others listen to you ???
I have adults who come to me for EFT sessions and they talk of how the beating of childhood has given them emotional wounds which have so much pus of bitterness in their relationships. These emotional wounds have damaged their relationships with their parents ....
Also, child is a gift and not anyone’s property...
We do not own them.....
We give them an environment to blossom with us till their teenage years by when they have a mind of their own ....
I met a parent yesterday at Khushi and she told me that her daughter is too troublesome and only listens when she raises her hand. Her daughter leaves her with no option but to hit her....
Is that really justified?
I really don’t think so...
And this is not just about kids ....
Adults who raise hands have their parent role model who thought that hitting is the right way....
Hitting is child abuse which starts at home ...
And we as parents don’t have that right !!!!

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