Growing up in France during the 1970s, I was raised by my devoted mother, a woman of unwavering strength and principle. As an only child, I was cherished and, whenever possible, indulged with affection and small treats. Yet, my mother also believed firmly in the importance of discipline, and her household was governed by clear rules and expectations.
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In those days, the use of corporal punishment was regarded as a customary and effective means of instilling respect and good behaviour in children. My earliest memories of discipline involve a gentle but firm slap to the seat of my trousers when I transgressed. This was not done in anger, but rather as a measured response to mischief, intended to teach me right from wrong. As I grew older, the lessons became more formal. I recall, after a particularly serious act of disobedience, being placed over my mother’s knee and receiving a proper smacking. This marked a turning point, as I began to understand the gravity of my actions and the consequences that followed.
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One incident stands out as a testament to my mother’s commitment to moral instruction. She had planned a visit to my cousins’ home, but when her car broke down, the journey by public transport seemed too arduous after a long week of work. Disappointed, I allowed my frustration to get the better of me and threw a childish tantrum, hoping to sway her decision. When this failed, I retreated to my bedroom and, in a moment of petulance, slammed the door. Such behaviour was strictly forbidden in our home, and my mother’s initial sympathy quickly gave way to resolve.
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She entered my room, her expression calm but resolute. Without raising her voice, she sat on my bed and guided me gently but firmly across her lap. With a steady hand, she administered two dozen brisk smacks to my bottom, each one a clear reminder of the importance of self-control and respect for others. The lesson was not one of pain, but of consequence—a mother’s loving correction, delivered with dignity and purpose.
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Afterwards, my mother asked if I had anything to say. The proper response, of course, would have been a heartfelt apology. Yet, overcome by emotion, I muttered an inappropriate word in French. My mother, ever composed, inquired calmly as to what I had just said. Her measured tone conveyed both disappointment and expectation, reminding me that words, too, carry weight and meaning.
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Suddenly aware of the seriousness of my outburst, I offered a sincere apology, recognising the error of my ways. My mother’s embrace was firm, her left arm holding me in place, while her right leg shifted for a reason I did not immediately understand. Glancing back, I noticed she wore only her left slipper, the right one having been removed.
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Before I could fully comprehend, I heard the sharp sound of the slipper meeting its mark, followed by a stinging sensation across my already tender skin. My mother, with unwavering resolve, delivered several more smacks with the sole of her slipper, each one reinforcing the lesson that disrespectful language would not be tolerated. My tears flowed freely, and I would have gladly repented for any misdeed to bring the chastisement to an end.
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I cannot recall precisely how long this lesson lasted, nor the exact number of smacks received. What I do remember is the sense of order restored. After my mother left me to reflect in my room, I soon fell into a deep sleep. Upon waking, I sought her out, offered a genuine apology, and was rewarded with a warm embrace. She reminded me, with gentle firmness, that such language was never to be used again, but assured me that I was forgiven.
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Through these experiences, I learned that discipline, when administered with love and consistency, imparts not only obedience but also a deep sense of security and moral understanding. My mother’s guidance, though sometimes strict, was always rooted in care and a desire to see me grow into a respectful and upright individual. Such lessons, I believe, are the foundation of strong character and enduring family bonds.
