April Showers bring May Flowers

Ahhh, can you feel the warm air as it let's you know that summer is around the corner? How sweet it is. It reached 80 degrees on Saturday and I was home all day. Why? Well because my son is punished therefore I am punished. He is 15 so leaving him home alone won't work. I have to actually babysit in order to make sure that he won't go out. I tell you, it is tough raising a teenager. My goodness, if only I had it so easy. When I was growing up, there was no grounding, there were beatings, not to the point where I would consider it "Child Abuse" but I got hit, hard. It was how we were reprimanded back in the day. My dad is Peruvian so he is not an easy person to deal with. My mom is the lenient one. She is the one who always let us sneak out just to get some fresh air.
After everything that's been going on since the Nixmary Brown case, a spank will land you in jail these days. I think that people get out of hand when it comes to disciplining a child. To torture your child, starve and practically mutilate is so out of whack for me. How does a parent even comprehend that doing that is "ok" or "teaching them a lesson". The thought of any child "deserving" such a way a punishment is insane. Everyone has their own opinion as to how a child should be disciplined and I won't argue that. I got hit when I was younger, alot and maybe if someone would have made a complaint to ACS then my dad would have been in jail also. Not that I want that because as an adult I now understand why he behaved that way towards me. I don't resent him anymore but the thought of him hitting me whipped me into shape.
The "cordon" and the "chancleta" were always stashed somewhere in my own hididng place so that when I did get hit, it wouldn't hurt as much. I look back on those days and laugh it now but then today's reality comes into play and it just breaks my heart. Children are dying in the hands of their own parents who are supposed to take care of them. How can someone be so heartless towards their own flesh and blood. There are other ways of getting the point across to a child without hurting them. My son is 15, 6'0 feet and 260 lbs and he is a pain in my butt but I wouldn't trade it for anything. I would rather go through what I am going through with him now than have it any other way. Where is the compassion for those children with terrible parents? How is it that people who long for a child are punished by not being able to have children yet those who don't know how to be parents and hurt their children are blessed with having them? I mean, I know there is no handbook on how to be a parent, everyone is different but come one people. Common sense will help distinguish between loving and hurting. Arghhhh! I don't know what else to say on this topic except that it saddens me deeply. RIP Nixmary!

On a much lighter note, now that I got that off my chest, my boyfriend's surprise Bday party was a blast. Everyone who was invited showed and he was ecstatic. We had a great time and now we're just waiting for May to stroll in so we can be off to Miami to celebrate our 1 year anniversary! How great is that...lol.

Bueno, I will post pictures up soon. Next week I will be attending a screening of Rosie Perez' Directorial debut "Yo Soy Boricua, Pa' que lo Sepas". I t will be hosted by Jimmy Smits, Mos Def and Jeffrey Wright. I am sure I will have a blast!

Hasta la Proxima....