Parents, or anyone that finds themselves in guardianship over children should be wary of the method of discipline they use upon a child at a young age. You may never know the long term effects it may have on their psyche. My dad and I were walking in Wal*Mart the other day and a DVD that we walked past brought up a hare-y situation he had endured as a child.
And what is the DVD in question? Here Comes Peter Cottontail.
“I remember when I was in the first grade at school..” I knew when Dad started off the conversation in with that “When I was” fashion, it was going to be either so sentimental that it would make me cry or something fairly humorous. In the case of Dad, it always tends to be more on the humorous side. “…I remember I wasn’t allowed to watch that cartoon.” Dad said, pointing to the Peter Cottontail DVD.
“Why? Did they think it was bad?” I asked simply.
“No, it was because I got punished for doing something bad before they showed it to us, so they shoved me in a closet and they wouldn’t let me watch it!” He exclaimed. Okay, well that is not fairly humorous. First I had to recover from the shock that this story wasn’t all that funny, and the situation he had to endure. That is fairly humorous but fairly sad at the same time. A lot more on the sad side, I’d say. What kind of person would deprive a child from seeing happy little Peter Cottontail bouncing around on television? What heinous act must you commit to have to serve the sentence of deprivation of such joys? That’s what ran through my mind. So that’s what I had to ask.
“What’d you do to get shoved in a closet?” I asked.
“I was acting up, I don’t really remember.” Dads amnesia kicked in. It does this every so often. But I figured it didn’t have to be too bad, considering he was allowed into society afterwards, so it is rather ridiculous to deprive a child of Peter Cottontail just for some frivolous first grade shenanigans.
“I never did get to watch Peter Cottontail…” Dad said, picking up the DVD and inspecting it for a moment. That was quite a sad moment for me, and apparently for him, too. He’s carried this sadness with him most of his life it seems. “All the other kids got to watch it, and I didn’t.” He added.
I glanced at the DVD and I became quite sad myself. We didn’t buy the DVD, but it did leave me with a sense of sadness and it reminded me to never shove a child in a closet and deprive them of Peter Cottontail. This deprivation will, more than likely, be rectified as my niece grows up and probably shows a fondness towards the cute Easter bunny and we’ll show her the said DVD. It’s still a sad situation, it took decades to right the wrongs in this situation, but all will be well in the end when Dad finally gets to watch Peter Cottontail.
But I’m still left with a very curious question.
What kind of idiot shoves a child in a closet?!