By WHEN I was growing up as a young child. I knew my Dad loved me.
I don’t know what gave me that impression, but I knew Daddy had a soft spot for me; he didn’t pamper me, but there was this special privilege I enjoyed. I was a bold child, though, getting something from Daddy was not a big deal- I would just ask with the confidence of a privileged child. There were times my siblings, especially my older brother who didn’t live with us, would send me to Daddy.
I attended a private school for most of my primary school years. I could recollect when my classmates recounted the different styles they adopted to ask their parents for school fees. One of them said he would write a letter and put it on the table for his dad to read. What?
Some said they sent their mum to their dad. And some said they would introduce the topic of school fees during family dinner time. I could not relate, sha.
For me, I could ask Daddy for school fees any time, any day. I would just tell him. I did not need a third party, an interpreter, or a special intervention.
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Despite my boldness and the closeness to Daddy, I would not question his authority, and I was never rude to him.
Did his love for me lead him to pamper me? NO
Did he discipline me when he needed to? YES
Did he beat me? Many times!
Loving a child does not mean you should mar the future of the child. Training in love includes being firm when needed. You have a responsibility to train your child to be a correct adult.
