Don’t worry Dopers… nothing too dramatic, but I’m beating up on myself nonetheless.
Little Madeleine is 2 and a half and simply beautiful, in every way. For years now I’ve subscribed to the belief that “the only thing you teach a child when you hit them is… how to hit.” and I’ve managed to stay on track all this time.
Last night however, on the way home from Day Care, I had collected my daughter and part of our happy routine involves the “treat box” - which is essentially Daddy’s little effort to provide some nutritious snacks on the drive home like small dried fruits and mandarins and fruit juice etc.
For some reason, Maddy decided it would be cool to empty all of the dried fruits and sultanas and mandarin peel all over the leather seats in the back of the Lexus. And then, for reasons utterly unknown, she thought it would be even COOLER to pour her apple and blackcurrant juice over the mess. And then, she crunched up a muesli slice and sprinkled the crumbs in the middle of it all.
Holy Fuck - there was shit everywhere. It took ages to clean up this morning.
So I pulled over, and came around to the back door and opened it and did something I really feel ashamed about… I told her “Naughty!” and I smacked her on her leg. And I smacked her hard! I chose her leg because she was wearing thick trousers so I knew it wasn’t gonna welt or anything but I lost it there for a second and I’m angry with myself for that.
When we got home I put her in the “naughty room” for 2 minutes and then went through the “get down low and talk in quiet tones” stuff and she said sorry, and she meant it.
But damn! I hit her. I smacked her. And I’m ashamed.
Any constructive insights are welcome, believe me.