Seems that parenting tips abound, but this is one that every parent needs to be reminded of. This little piece has been around for years, but a new generation needs to see it. Enjoy and share!
My Parents Drugged Us
The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and he asked me a rhetorical question. “Why didn’t we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?”
I replied I had a drug problem when I was young: I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drug
to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a
bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher
or the preacher, or if I didn’t put forth my best effort in everything
that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity.
I was drug out to pull weeds in mom’s garden and flower beds and cockle bur’s out of dad’s fields.
I was drug to the homes of family, friends and neighbors to help out some
poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or
chop some firewood; and, if my mother had ever known that I took a
single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to
Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if today’s children had this kind of drug problem, the world would be a better place.
God bless the parents who drugged us.