I am posting this little story I wrote for two reasons. The first one being that because I have PD, I do not work outside of the home therefore I have more time than some to engage my gifts (writing). The 2nd is that I love to laugh, and I believe laughter is healing. T hat being said, here is my story:
It was refreshing to see that some people still do take boundaries seriously. We were at Sam's with our grocery basket full of items we had chosen, and waiting in line to be checked out and to pay. Well, someone else was going to have to pay too. Not for our groceries.... In fact not for anyone's groceries.
There was a small boy in line next to us with his parents. He was pleading with his very large and tall mom. I heard her say without wavering, "I'm done. I am totally done." The calm in her demeanor and voice was unnerving. Like the deadly calm of a glass sea with not a puff of wind in the blue sky above, her even and judicial voice left the impression that the jury had come in and it was decreed that his crime would be punished. "You're getting a spanking when we get home." She was firm but not loud or abusive in any way at all. Her face was set in hard lines. She was on a mission, which namely was dealing out the promised retribution to her son. He was vainly trying to change her mind, but it was not to be done. She looked directly into the boy's eyes and he quaked, putting on an awful face.
"I don't want a spanking", his voice getting higher and definitely strained. "NO, NO!"
"Well, I warned you this is what would happen if you kept on." Her grand size and a quality in her voice, made me glance behind and the boy started moving and contorting his body in a language that said, "Retribution is coming. And I will dread every moment from now until then. And afterwards, there will be pain.... lots of pain to remind me that no means no.
"But I don't want a spanking!" the boy quietly wailed."
That's too bad. It's too late, "she said; then hesitating for emphasis said in a measured tone, "You've earned it." She said this with an awful finality. "You are getting a spanking when we get home." She replied. He continued to beg for reprieve, but it was not to be found.
The boy began pleading with the dad, who clearly was outranked by the mom and said to him, "Well, how many times did she warn you?" Something in his voice suggested hopelessness to the boy.
There was no mercy that could save him from the unfortunate fruit of his misdoings in all of
Sam's. Whatever he had done would remain unchanged like a blot of ink on a fresh white paper. This boy's unfortunate choices had cost him dearly and everyone knew it. I don't know what he did, but I was sure that if I had been in his place, I would have stopped whatever it was, the very first time she warned.