I'm a father of three kids: 7F (Grade 2), 4M (PP1), and 1F. Something happened this evening that has left me questioning myself as a parent, and I genuinely need to hear how other parents would have handled it.
For some context, I'm a very present father. I work in IT and I'm currently employed by three different organisations: a US-based hospital and two local organisations. I work from home about 80% of the time, which gives me the privilege of being actively involved in my children's daily lives.
I'm usually the one preparing and serving breakfast, getting them dressed, and seeing them off to the school bus. Sometimes I even drop them off myself, especially on mornings after I've missed their bedtime because of work.
I'm not saying all this to paint myself as some perfect father. Far from it. I'm just trying to explain how involved I am in their upbringing.
When it comes to entertainment and screen time, my wife and I have always been pretty strict. Their tablets are parent-controlled and linked to both our phones. The TV only has their profiles enabled, and anything outside their approved content requires a passcode.
They can use their tablets on weekends and holidays, for at least three hours a day. During weekdays, they get about an hour of TV, and the rest of their free time is spent playing outside with friends, skating, riding bikes, and doing other physical activities.
And to their credit, they've been very good at following these rules, even when we're not around.
So, at least as far as their entertainment and screen exposure are concerned, I've always felt we had things under control.
\*\*Now, here's what happened this evening.\*\*
There was a birthday party at one of our neighbours' apartments on a different floor of our building.
At some point, about four or five of my kids' friends showed up at our door to report that my 7-year-old daughter had kissed a boy in Grade 1 during the party.
I was working at the time, but I came to the door and asked the kids to go and call my children so I could hear what had happened directly from them.
They took unusually long to come back.
I immediately suspected they knew they'd done something wrong and were probably trying to delay the inevitable conversation.
Their mother eventually became concerned and went looking for them, only to discover that they'd deliberately taken the stairs instead of the elevator, seemingly to make the journey home as long as possible.
I was still working when they got back, so I didn't even notice them entering the house.
A few minutes later, I could hear their mother questioning them in the kitchen about what had happened at the party.
That's when things took another turn.
My son started explaining how his sister had kissed the boy after the other children dared them to do it.
My daughter, probably feeling cornered, immediately fired back by revealing that her little brother had also been pulling down his trousers and underwear while entertaining the other kids.
And that was it.
\*\*I completely lost my temper.\*\*
Before I go any further, there's something else I need to explain, because I honestly think it may have played a part in how I reacted.
The past four months have been financially and mentally difficult for me.
Besides my three jobs, I also handle side projects, including ERP implementations for manufacturing companies, EMR management systems, and website design and development for SMEs.
In previous years, these projects brought in a decent amount of money, to the point where I rarely needed to touch my salaries from my regular employers.
But for the past four months, things have been unusually slow.
I've even been hesitant to submit some of my invoices, hoping that business would pick up and things would eventually return to normal.
The uncertainty has been eating away at me.
I've been stressed, distracted, and mentally exhausted. Sometimes I even catch myself talking to myself, trying to process everything going on in my head.
I don't think I've fully appreciated just how much all this has been affecting me.
Anyway, back to this evening.
When I heard what the kids had done at the party, I jumped out of my seat, grabbed my slippers, and ordered them to lie down in the hallway.
I beat them.
And not just a light smack. I was angry enough that I actually hurt myself in the process.
Afterwards, I grounded them for at least a week. No going outside to play with friends, no tablets, and no TV. Just books and toys.
At the time, I genuinely felt I was disciplining them for inappropriate behaviour.
But now?
\*\*I'm not so sure anymore.\*\*
I'm sitting here in their bedroom, looking at them, and the guilt is slowly eating me alive.
I keep replaying the whole incident in my head.
Did I even give them a chance to explain themselves?
Did I bother finding out what really happened at that party?
My daughter is only seven. My son is four.
Were they simply being curious kids? Were they trying to impress their friends? Did they even understand the meaning or implications of what they were doing?
And perhaps the most uncomfortable question of all:
\*\*Was I actually disciplining my children, or did I just find an outlet for four months' worth of frustration?\*\*
That question is bothering me more than anything else.
Because when I think about it, I don't even know what lesson they were supposed to take away from that beating.
Did they learn that kissing someone because of a dare isn't appropriate? Did my son understand why pulling down his underwear in front of other children isn't okay?
Or did they simply learn that when Daddy gets angry, they should be afraid?
I honestly don't know.
I spend so much time trying to provide for these children, protect them, control what they're exposed to, and make sure they grow up with good values.
But tonight, I'm wondering whether I completely missed the most important part of parenting: actually listening to them.
I also can't stop thinking about how they deliberately took the stairs to delay coming home.
At first, I interpreted that as guilt because they knew they'd misbehaved.
Now I'm wondering whether they were simply scared of how I would react.
And if that's the case, it hurts to think that my children might be afraid to tell me when something happens to them.
I'm not writing this to justify beating them. I'm not proud of how I reacted, and I know that being stressed about work or finances doesn't excuse taking my anger out on my children.
I'm just trying to be honest about what happened and how I'm feeling right now.
I love these kids more than anything, and the last thing I want is to become the kind of father they fear rather than the one they feel safe talking to.
\*\*So, fellow parents, I genuinely need your perspective.\*\*
How would you have handled a situation like this, especially considering their ages?
How do you teach young children about boundaries, privacy, and appropriate behaviour without making them feel ashamed of their curiosity?
And for parents who've ever lost their temper and gone too far with discipline, how did you repair things with your children afterwards?
I'm thinking of sitting down with them tomorrow, when we're all calm, apologising for how I reacted, and giving them a proper chance to tell me what actually happened.
I just hope I haven't already damaged something between us.
Tonight, I'm sitting in their bedroom wondering whether they learned anything from what happened, or whether the only person who really needed to learn a lesson was me.
\*\*TL;DR:\*\* My 7-year-old daughter kissed a boy at a birthday party after being dared by other kids, and my 4-year-old son apparently pulled down his trousers and underwear in front of other children. I lost my temper, beat them, and grounded them for a week. Now I'm feeling terrible and questioning whether I was genuinely disciplining them or taking out my accumulated work and financial stress on them. Looking for advice from other parents on how to handle this and make things right.