Good day, amazing people of the Hive Blockchain. Welcome back to my blog. It is another edition in the #hiveghana community. I am so delighted to participate in this week's prompt. Reflection on childhood discipline.
Reflecting on my childhood experience, it is a journey that helps to shape me into who I am today, thanks to my parents, who took out their time to discipline me whenever I did something wrong. Back then, whenever my parents punished me, I felt like they punished me because they hated me, but looking back, I am super grateful that they moulded me into who I am.
One thing I love about African parents is that they don’t tolerate anything from their child; they believe that a child should be disciplined if they do something wrong. Most times we see our parents as people who are mean, but no, they want the best for us. One amazing thing I love about our parents is that they communicate with us both with body language.
As the first child in the family, a lot of responsibilities were on my shoulders. In a lot of African homes, the first child is disciplined so much because the parent always believes that the younger ones look up to them. So they take their time to train the first child and discipline them once they make mistakes. And whenever my siblings do something, my parents will discipline them. According to them, I have control over them due to the way my parents disciplined me. I always have this mindset that they are not parents because at every mistake I made, there was a punishment for it. There was a time I wished I could run away from our house because of the way my parents disciplined me.
Back then my mom would always take me to her shop. She knows how much I hate going to her shop; from the time you step your feet in to the time you close, you will be busy, and when I get home, I will do house chores. Most times I ended up sleeping so late. But growing up I get to realise that my parents are helping me not hate.
But look at me today. The way my parents trained me is really paying off for me. No wonder the holy book said, Train up a child in the way he or she should grow, and when they are old, they will not depart from it. My parents train me in a way that I can be able to survive wherever I see myself. I am hard-working and also an independent lady.
I love the fact that my parent made me understand that the life we live in is not a bed of roses; for me to survive, I need to work hard for others to put food on my table, but back then I saw it as wickedness, but looking at how far this discipline from my parents has moulded me, I am so grateful to them.
This is my entry on the weekly prompts #hiveghana topic: reflection on childhood discipline.
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