Why Discipline Is Not Punishment
I love this story about Emerson as a boy, told in his own words. When I was around nine or ten, I locked my mom and sister, Ann, out of the house. I have long ago forgotten why. I do recall that they kept knocking and asking me to open the door, but I refused as I peered through the window at them. I was not happy about something, and neither were they at this point. Interestingly, as Mom gazed at me through the window, she did not scream at my disrespectful behavior. Instead, after she made several dignified requests for me to open the door, she turned around and walked to the car with my sister. They got in and drove off.
Why Discipline Is Not Punishment