I remember a time when I want to escape punishment from my mother or father all I had to do was run to my granny who would shield me like a fierce tiger refusing anyone to come near me. She would tell my mom that she never beat her like that and is not everything she must “draw hand”.
Well after that storm was abated, my grandmother would give me a little scolding that I must behave myself and that she didn’t want me to grow like any “leggo bees”.
Why am I bringing up this story, because I felt a sense of sadness reading Saturday’s Star on the 65-year-old grandmother who beat her 12-year-old grandson because he stole $200 credit from her phone to give his girlfriend.
Now I am not saying she shouldn’t have punished the child. Deny some of what he enoys like television, games, whatever, maybe a few carefully placed slaps might help…but to blood up his head and continue beating him after that, that the poor child had to be crying out for murder…that’s taking it too far.
What’s wrong with our people when even grandmothers are getting vicious to their own grandchildren?
Is the stress of life getting to be too much?
I don’t know, I am just sorry for this generation of kids coming up…I wonder if there is any real love left for them.