When Life Gives You A Disciplinarian As A Mother.
Having a disciplinarian as a mother is one of the best things that happened to me in life but I didn't see it as a good thing as a kid. Sometimes, I wish I could swap my mom then and there are times I wondered if she was truly my mother because of how she treated me.
Being the first child, she always insisted I have to get the best home training because my younger siblings were looking up to me but I didn't see it that way. All I saw was a woman who always found joy in dishing out punishment to me even though that wasn't her intention.
Despite not being in the military, we had code for communication. When my mom winked once, it had a meaning, twice had a meaning and her cough was also a means of communicating. Turning sticks and slippers weren't always far from her hands, they were like Thor's hammer. All she needed to do was stretch her hand and whichever was close by would just enter her hand automatically.
We grew up in a rough environment and she knew that she had to be strict if she wanted me to live a meaningful life as an adult. I am not saying this to mock my peers back then but many of them ended up living a terrible adult life just because a disciplinarian was absent in their life.
A few incidents happened to me back then and if you were in my shoes, you would have felt the same way about my mom.
On one particular afternoon during school lunch break, I led a few classmates of mine to commit a crime. It happened that we had some fruit trees in school back then but students were restricted from plucking the fruits during school hours but that day, I didn't know what came over me.
We sneaked into the school farm and immediately started plucking fruits. The operation was successful and as we were sneaking back into the school building, a teacher caught us and our secret got exposed.
I froze immediately after I saw Master Ade, he was our mathematics teacher and you know how wicked they used to be.
"You went to pluck fruits at this time of the day?" He yelled at us and immediately, we knew that we were in trouble.
He ordered us to kneel under a tree where the morning assembly hold and other teachers started getting involved. It wasn't my first time violating rules in school so I was practically some teachers target.
While kneeling, a miracle happened. My classmates who were also kneeling called my attention to someone who entered the school premises and it was my mom. With excitement, I waved at her and she came over to ask what happened.
I happily told her my story and pleaded that she spoke with Master Ade to pardon us.
She left us and after doing what she came for, my mom left. She gave me a sign that she had spoken to him and I was relieved but immediately she left, Master Ade came out of his office with two tiny cane.
He gave other students four strokes each and said, your mother instructed me to give you double the punishment and I was shocked. I got even more than 8 strokes and it really made me mad because I didn't know why she added to my problem when she wasn't going to help me.
Another incident happened sometime later when a boy of my age threw a stone at me so I decided to scare the boy away.
I picked up a stone and also threw it but things didn't go as planned. The stone landed on the boy's forehead and things got messy immediately.
The safest place I could run to that day was home so I ran as fast as we could before the boy's parents came outside but it wasn't long before they came knocking on our door.
Since the boy threw the stone first, I felt like Mom was going to defend me but she didn't. She did first aid for the boy while I was on my knee and pounced on me after, she flogged to the extent that the boy's parents had to beg her to stop.
That night while sleeping, she woke me up and said some things that made me weep bitterly.
She said a lot of things that night and it sank into my head only for some time because I still committed more atrocities and she didn't hesitate to discipline me the right way. As time passed, I realized everything she did was for my good and started abstaining from everything she warned me against, here I am today.
I am a happy man and can't thank her less for being a disciplinarian to me back then.
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Smile 😂😊😊, bro you are right, those days, if my mother cough and look at me, it was something we know as "enough is enough", and I should better expect her to show her disciplinarian mood, mother's knows how to communicate with their children and all those she used to do, was for best of you, a nice piece bro.
You grabbed the gist bro and if they didn't do these things back then, only God knows what many of us would have become today.
I sent all the mothers in the world a hand of applause, mother's are the most respected people to me, I am saying with respect bro, their words keep us alive.
Thank you so much for writing about it 👍
Lols you mum is one in town, just like my dad and grandmother, both usually act like you mom.
Different codes and sign language and if I were to offend in school, they also usually make sure I get double of the punishment.
I can understand her wanting you to be well trained so your younger ones will follow your footsteps.
But then give me a few minutes to laugh at how you taught you've been begged for to get double 🤣😂
Sometimes discipline comes from a place of love. My early years, we lived in an area that was quite a crazy neighborhood and my parents were strict accordingly. But immediately we moved to another area that was a lot better, the pattern also changed.
Hehehe, George, plz send my hug 🫂 to your disciplinarian mother. See how she made you a happy man today. I am happy you realized that all she did was for your own good. But man, you too was stubborn as a kid oo 😂..kilode..lol, Well your mum got your covered otherwise, it would have been messy as an adult
Lesson learned
Let me face these boys squarely 😌😌
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Thank God you are no longer naughty and have now realized that all she did was for your good. Your Mimi's pretty by the way.. regards to her