Parenting is an instinct you were born with. It tells you what to do with your child; tells you to feed them after they enter this world, change their diapers as babies, and care for them as they grow. You cannot learn to parent by taking a class because parenting is not a lesson you can learn through study.
It is not that foster parents are unequipped to handle kids; many take parenting classes. The problem is that there are few people in the country who actually know how to be parents.
Foster children are twice as likely to develop Post Traumatic Stress Disorder then veterans of the war; there are over 400,000 children in the foster care system today.
Nin Chronicles: My Word is the sequel to My Greenlead. It tells the story of Elladan and Elrohir, two elflings who have lived years with their father but have never been happy. Their parents claim to love them. Parents do love their children. But Elladan and Elrohir have never felt that love.
The mother lashed the legs of her child, leaving behind welts. The father forced the child to kneel on salt to inflame the wounds. Is this child abuse? Of course not; it was a punishment for getting homework answers wrong.
A mother will fight hand and tooth for her child. She will eat less and give the child more if times are hard. A mother will wipe away tears and vomit, care for her sick offspring, and offer comfort and advice. But at the end of the day, many mothers will also spank their child.
The results of bad parenting are, in some cases, children who shoot other children, and children who turn to selling and taking drugs at young ages. The question is: Why?
My aunt stayed with us one year. She brought her three year-old son with her. He was full of energy with the sweetest face. But he was trying at times. He did not want to go to bed, he wanted to leave the light on at night. He never wanted to stop playing or take a break to eat. He was a little rough sometimes to. But he was never spanked. 99% of the the time, spankings are parental temper tantrums.
Nin Chronicles: My Greenleaf tells the continued tale of King Thranduil Haruneion and Legolas Greenleaf. In Mirkwood, an unwanted elfling has a roof over his head, food in his mouth, and someone to call ada. But it still does not feel like home.
Below here are listed and shown some of the instruments of punishment people have used to spank their children. I am saddened at the thought of the pain inflicted upon children in the name of discipline.
It is good to feel for the parents and children being separated at the border. But inside your own home, is life really that much better for your child?
A fourteen year-old black boy misses his school bus. He walks to one of the houses on the street to ask the owner if he can use the phone to call his mom. He is met at the door with a gun. The boy flees in fright, and the man fires at him. The reason?
Children wander away from their parents sometimes. Candy or toys or the fall of a fountain attract their attention and they slip away to satisfy their curiosity. One lesson parents teach their children is to stay with them in public places. When the rule is broken what must be done?
Let us look at this image. What do we see? These are men, garbed and masked so not an inch of their skin is exposed standing before rows of plants. The mist? Is something water cannot wash away. Do you really know what you are eating?