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This week, I’m choosing Prompt 1:
- Describe the best/most creative punishment you have ever given your children or received yourself. (inspired via Twitter by Maya from Musings Of A Marfan Mom)
I’m pretty sure my mother will deny ever inflicting this punishment if she happens to read this post, but I remember it clearly and vividly.
I was about 10 or 11 years old, and it was Easter time. I grew up Catholic so Easter meant A LOT of time in church. We did masses for Good Friday, Holy Saturday and Easter Sunday. I believe this particular year we were also saying the rosary, which seems endless when you are young. And, like any child, going to church was not my favorite thing. I believe I voiced my complaints about what I viewed as excessive holiness and churchgoing. I believe I voiced my complaints loudly, in a whining voice and multiple times. (That seems like me.) My mother got fed up. She decided to punish me by making the whole Easter story come alive for me.
No…she didn’t crucify me on a cross. She did the next best thing. She made me stand in the kitchen with my arms stretched out like I was on a cross. For five minutes. Five endless, painful minutes. Have you ever stood with your arms stretched out for this length of time? Let me tell you, after the first minute or so, it starts to hurt. It starts to hurt really bad.
At the end, I understood a bit better what Jesus went through. To avoid gaining any more understanding, I stopped my complaining about having to go to church real quick.