One of the things that are consistent as we are grow up is admonition. It is a regular occurrence to be bashed with word of mouth by your parents, older siblings and elderly ones. Sometimes, those admonitions get out of hand like we know, sometimes too they can be something totally wrong and inefficient in our generation and it puts us in a tough spot to be able to do it. Punishments being one of those things we totally despised when we were little, many times it was difficult and pointless even as children are bound to not heed to instruction when punished.
But correction on the other hand is what I believe they all want to give, in as much as they go at it through punishments, will have the best effect. Anything done with love has the power to go through people, especially children. When they have it in their minds that this person loves them and is correcting them from that point of love for their own betterment, they are much more likely to listen even if they put up a front.
I was reminiscing about my childhood and the troubles I had with understanding why my parents and elderly ones had it out for me. It felt like anything I did was really scrutinized, every mistake I made had consequences, some were having to redo until I got it right, others, well, punishments. It got to a point where I felt like I wasn't loved like my other siblings, I had written it in my diary then and my teacher got to it, read it and called me for a talk. She gave me a consolation that my fears were in my head and my experiences from my parents were because they loved me.
I had a rethink then and it changed how I saw these corrections. I am a better person today because they put me through the wringer, they taught me discipline, to finish what I started or not to start at all, to take care of my younger ones, to be a builder and protector, to be a man. Right now, there are a few things I am grateful for more than the admonition of my parents and elderly ones. It was tough love indeed.
The penitself.