whoever decided that it takes a village to raise a child must have been out of their damned mind when they coined that phrase. granted, it is a phenomenal phrase to use when you are trying to convince a new parent to ask for help from family and friends before they toss their baby out into the swirling currents of the local river in a torrential downpour.
a can of whup ass can be defined many ways. depending on the culture you participate in, it can be a pat on a diaper with a hand when the baby repeatedly pulls the dogs ear or picks the cat up by the throat, to a parent out of their mind with fury, love, and a passionate need to correct offspring so they don’t lose their job at the other end of a section of water hose and a visit from CPS!
yes. it is a broad category of love,structure, and consequences.
is there a way to have a serious discussion with regard to how children should be raised as opposed to how the textbooks tell us they should be raised?
i believe there is a middle ground that allows for “spoil the rod, spoil the child” without warranting a call to CPS.
it is perfectly okay for parents to determine the environment in which their children will be raised. the parents create the environment, set up the rules and expectations of the CULTURE are what are exhibited by the children.
the difficulty is managing your household and family culture against what society has deemed “acceptable”.
i dare the village that used the can of whup ass principle to raise children to define “acceptable”.
here is my account of interviews that occurred within a fictional village that i visited on my way to Vacaville State Hospital.
Goddess: how do you utilize a can of whup ass?
Bettina Mae: A Can of Whup Ass is best utilized to light up a child when necessary.
Oscarlisha Jean: heh heh! you said that right girl! snatchin’ up a child ain’t no sin. when you want it quiet, you just say you gon’ open up a Can of Whup Ass and they snap right to attention.
Bettina Mae: now don’t get us wrong Missus Science Lady, we don’t beat our children and leave them in misery. we beat them with love and we make sure they know what a real beatin’ is. they don’t go to the school tellin’ folk they go a beatin’ on tuesday on GP (general principal). they tell the folks that they “got in trouble”.
Oscarlisha Jean: mmmm hmmmm. you said that right girl. our children don’t run and hide from us. we ain’t messin’ wit they minds! we correctin’ they SOULS.
Bobbie Smooth: preach on OJ! if yo child ain’t right with the Lord then you ain’t done yo job right.
Goddess: so if you were taken into court and charged with child abuse, what would be your defense?
Bettina Mae: I’d tell ’em that if they think they can do a bettah job, they can take ’em and raise them theyselfs
Bobbie Smooth: *slaps knee with hand* hoooweee! my baby momma did just that and you know what that judge said?
Oscarlisha Jean: who dat?
Bobbie Smooth: that judge shook his head and said “take yo kids home and make sure they know the right story to tell next time someone wants to go snoopin’ in bidness they ain’t got no bidness in!”
Bettina Mae: Missus Science Lady, the fish fry is about done and it is time to stir the grits, can you come on back round later and we will let you know mo later.