The story of the Victorian child killer more widely known as the Wicked Boy, as told by Kate Summerscale in her award-winning book, has been on my mind for a while now. I smiled sadly with the story, clenched my hands, and ultimately learned that anyone can overcome their past if they want to. Here is why you need to want to.
The same patience we, as writers, apply to nurturing our writing into something excellent is the same thing we need to apply to teaching children. Make a difference. Be a cycle breaker!
Parenting is an instinct you are born with. It tells you what to do with your child; it tells you to feed them after birth, to change their diapers, and care for them as they grow. You cannot learn to parent by taking a class because parenting is not a lesson you can learn through study.
Having a large family, especially since many farmers kept moving further West, solved the problem of falling short of labor. Children cost nothing but the food and clothes to sustain them, leaving parents with fives of children under their roofs. To keep them under control, mothers turned to spanking while fathers whipped in the infamous woodshed.
It is not that foster parents are unequipped to handle kids; foster parents are required to take parenting classes. The problem is that there are few people in the country who actually know how to be parents.
Foster children are twice as likely to develop Post Traumatic Stress Disorder then veterans of the war; there are over 400,000 children in the foster care system today.
A foster child, Jay Baker has been alone since birth. With no one to talk to, his journal pages become his family as he chronicles his journey toward adoption.
Some parents are hypocrites of The Golden Rule.
Pain and, more importantly, fear is a bad teacher and a bad master, yet many children live under it today because their parents chose to use physical punishment to discipline.
The youth loaded the arrow to his longbow, his slender fingers resting on the butt of the missile. He stared down the shaft as he drew it back, focused on the point beyond the steel head and closed his eyes.