So, I have these kids. They just happen to be mine. And when one of them was younger…I don’t know exactly how old he was…I am doing good to remember what happened! Let’s say very early elementary years for the sake of moving on with the story. Actually, I don’t even remember what really happened…so let’s get to the point. I was in my room and he came in whining about something…and I was already exhausted and at my limit. It wasn’t the first time telling him whatever I had told him. But what I do remember is clearly visualizing myself beating the shit out of him. I could see myself getting up, grabbing a hold of him, and lighting his ass on fire. Now…let me fill you in…I have never whooped him in his life…I may have slapped his hand or bottom…but what I envisioned and what I have done are totally different. Now, as a social worker…I’m conflicted as I shouldn’t be saying any of this but it is the truth. Even when this happened I was a social worker, but at that moment…I was a parent who was at the end of whatever last nerve was left and it didn’t look good for the future of my son or myself. Now, in the end I told him in the firmest most controlled voice I could muster to go back to his room and I went to sleep. But, I had a strange epiphany that night. I could see why some parents beat the shit out of their kids (and when I say that, I mean go off and whoop them like there is no tomorrow)…damn it….I envisioned it happening. So…if you start to envision how you will tear your kids ass up…put yourself in time out and go to sleep!
Disclaimer: I have referenced “beating the shit out of their kid”. This is referring to spanking a child on their rear end. This does not include using other objects or physically abusing a child. If you are concerned about physical abuse of a child, please contact your local child protective services department to report your concerns.
I had provided my son with the local children services number which he had programmed in his phone as a middle schooler. Hey, thought he should know his resources! I bet you as a high schooler, he’s still holding on to that number!

Great piece!
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