Maggy wasn’t one to listen to discipline. No, she was quite against it most of the time. She never did her homework, never did her chores. All pointless, she thought.
Train up a child in the way he should go, they say, don’t spare the rod, don’t spoil. But it’s more than that, more than “keep quiet and don’t make a mess”. Discipline is the violin-maker turning wood with precision, it’s the welder putting metal dots in a perfect line, it is the perfecting of skills, it is the making of ourselves. How shameful to reduce the raising of a child to “quiet hands”, to restrict it into mere “no’s”, instead of the studying of the puddles, of how even mud can shine at the right angle, of how a rock thrown in on one side of a pond ruffles the grass on the other startling a turtle who tumbles out of sunny safety into the cool unknown. Does not that teach as well as “be careful what you say”?
The aim of this report is to focus on the discipline which we teach our children during their first years alive. It is remarkable that thanks to it, we have the power to shapes our toddle with the objective of be a great person in the future
the follow through withy our promises, to not cross boundaries, to know where your boundary is, to do what is right…. no matter the situation. Do to tasks without being told. Do follow through.
I have some. But it sometimes plays hide and seek with me and I prefer to be the one who hides and not the seeker. I can’t always be lurking or looking for a straight jacket. That’s too much time which doesn’t exist except in imagination where I’m always looking/lurking.
That’s what they told me, anyway. Felt like cold drips of water right down the back of your neck, straight down the middle of your back. Hold your hands behind your back in the corner and close your eyes. That’s you speaking to Jessus. And when the nuns hit your palms a little too hard and you think, gee, I could just snap their neck like a twig—that’s when you have to listen to what Jessus tells you. Because the things that are whispered in that corner—
There isn’t any quiet in the world
when he wants your ear
His mouth has no discipline
it runs
and runs
and runs.
Maggy wasn’t one to listen to discipline. No, she was quite against it most of the time. She never did her homework, never did her chores. All pointless, she thought.
Train up a child in the way he should go, they say, don’t spare the rod, don’t spoil. But it’s more than that, more than “keep quiet and don’t make a mess”. Discipline is the violin-maker turning wood with precision, it’s the welder putting metal dots in a perfect line, it is the perfecting of skills, it is the making of ourselves. How shameful to reduce the raising of a child to “quiet hands”, to restrict it into mere “no’s”, instead of the studying of the puddles, of how even mud can shine at the right angle, of how a rock thrown in on one side of a pond ruffles the grass on the other startling a turtle who tumbles out of sunny safety into the cool unknown. Does not that teach as well as “be careful what you say”?
The aim of this report is to focus on the discipline which we teach our children during their first years alive. It is remarkable that thanks to it, we have the power to shapes our toddle with the objective of be a great person in the future
the follow through withy our promises, to not cross boundaries, to know where your boundary is, to do what is right…. no matter the situation. Do to tasks without being told. Do follow through.
I have some. But it sometimes plays hide and seek with me and I prefer to be the one who hides and not the seeker. I can’t always be lurking or looking for a straight jacket. That’s too much time which doesn’t exist except in imagination where I’m always looking/lurking.
That’s what they told me, anyway. Felt like cold drips of water right down the back of your neck, straight down the middle of your back. Hold your hands behind your back in the corner and close your eyes. That’s you speaking to Jessus. And when the nuns hit your palms a little too hard and you think, gee, I could just snap their neck like a twig—that’s when you have to listen to what Jessus tells you. Because the things that are whispered in that corner—