My boy got the spanking.
I got the grace.
He was disrespectful to me at co-op during art class and I promised him a spanking at home.
I followed through.
It was a hard one, made him jump up and down, holding his butt.
I wasn't angry, I was in complete control. I just explained what he already knew: You may not talk to me that way. It's wrong, and you set a bad example in class.
Afterwards, two minutes later, he came and put his arms around me and said, "You're the best mom in the whole world."
I don't ever remember thinking in my pre-child days that spankings could end so sweetly.
The grace he gave me.
So pure.
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