"When I was about 20 years old, I met an old pastor’s wife who told me that when she was young and had her first child, she didn’t believe in striking children, although spanking kids with a switch pulled from a tree was standard punishment at the time. But one day, when her son was four or five, he did something that she felt warranted a spanking–the first in his life. She told him that he would have to go outside himself and find a switch for her to hit him with.
The boy was gone a long time. And when he came back in, he was crying. He said to her, “Mama, I couldn’t find a switch, but here’s a rock that you can throw at me.”
All of a sudden the mother understood how the situation felt from the child’s point of view: that if my mother wants to hurt me, then it makes no difference what she does it with; she might as well do it with a stone.
And the mother took the boy into her lap and they both cried. Then she laid the rock on a shelf in the kitchen to remind herself forever: never violence. And that is something I think everyone should keep in mind. Because if violence begins in the nursery one can raise children into violence.”
I am soooooo happy to not be at work right now. First Sunday off since Labor Day. Super grateful for all the volunteers who are making this break weekend possible.
Final NaNo accountability update: 128 words. Just a token to help me feel like at least I did something. I still like my story in theory, but it has a lame duck feeling to it at this point.
This morning’s noticing is that I so rarely find myself alone with my thoughts. At the beginning of the month, I figured that my morning time would be for writing and I would have little pods during the day to think about the story (while waiting for the kids to finish breakfast, or while they’re watching tv, etc.) But it hasn’t worked like that. While I did fairly well creating a new habit of getting up early, I wasn’t ever able to break the habit of constantly pulling in new information to keep myself awake.
Ever since the kids were born, I’m tired all the time. Checking my phone and running all over the house doing chores are ways that I keep myself awake, but they’re also things that keep me from thinking. Like, ever.
Maybe I need to work on that next.