When Son2 was little, I was his Cub Scout den mother.
The den consisted of about ten boys.
One of the boys was, how shall I put this kindly...... challenging. He was a good kid at heart, but came from a broken home. He had a step-father who tried to discipline him, but his mother was very lenient with him (I suspect because of the divorce.) Add to that, the fact that he was slightly ADHD.
He was NEVER still. He ran, he jumped, he skipped, he squirmed, he was always interrupting and always had his nose in whatever it was I was doing.
At one of the meetings we were making homemade ice cream and I was totally out of patience with him. He kept leaning in to see what I was doing and interrupting me, so with wooden spoon in hand……..I whacked him on the forehead.
Yup, I lost it and thumped him!
(Not hard, mind you, but enough to get his attention!)
I have to say, it shut him up fast. He sat quietly for the rest of the meeting.
But I was in agony!
I felt so guilty!
I don’t believe in resorting to physical violence, and on a kid no less! And not even my OWN kid!
The next day I went to his house.
This has become one of those ‘family stories’ the boys love to retell to all their friends with great delight and much comic detail!
And to illustrate it they bring out the original wooden spoon!
I’m thinking I should have it framed, because surely someday it will become a priceless and sought after heirloom! LOL