Yesterday, 10 minutes to buka puasa, I was upstairs when I heard a loud crack. Then,my husband yelling very very loudly- I rushed downstairs and saw-
Sara and Sophia crying, a plate lying in a thousand pieces (habislah corningware aku- nak kena pi states ni nak carik!), and a red faced husband yelling at them. It turned out , that Sara had put a drumstick on her plate , and Sophia took it, saying she had "booked" it. Sara said she was telling Sophia that there was another drumstick in the kitchen and she accidentally knocked the plate. Dad was livid, and yelled and yelled and even raised his hand as if he was going to slap the children.
Ish ish ish..nak buka puasa pun gaduh? I told them, no drumstick for either of them. And to the dad, I said...eh , relaks la..they all gaduh nanti they all baik balik, you trauma sangat ni buat apa?
(Well, to be honest , I was nowhere near that nice- I was yelling- don't you raise your hands to my kids! They're 9 and 11 and you're 41! Who should control our temper here!- heh heh)
I truly believe that there are other ways than being violent or hitting- although I don't categorise smacking as hitting- it's hard to control kalau tengah naik darah, but once I hit in anger, I find I cannot stop. The child will be staring at you horrified that you are that angry. Husband is unrepentant as he said occassionally he needs to show them that he can get THAT angry. Hmmm...ye ke. The kids were sobbing sampai takda suara- kesiaaaaannnnnn.
Half an hour later, theboth of them were giggling together abt something, the feud allready forgotten. Tulah I kata....kita yang trauma...depa ok.