628. Accepting It as My Fault for Misguiding My Children’s Education, I Told Them to Beat Me

💌 628. Accepting It as My Fault for Misguiding My Children’s Education, I Told Them to Beat Me

Although I was not able to take care of my children closely enough as a mother, being busy with my hairdressing job and the Lord’s work, the Lord took care of them personally. So thankfully, my children grew up well, with deep affection for each other and were kind and well-behaved. Despite having young children in my home, it was so quiet that many people did not even know I was married.

One day, while I was working in the beauty parlor, I had to do something and went into the room. That is when I saw my third child, aged six, and my fourth child, aged four, quarreling. When I saw these two children, who had never quarreled before and always got along, suddenly arguing, my heart ached so much that I contemplated the Sacred Heart of the Lord.

When I thought, “Does the Lord’s Heart hurt this much when His children are not united, fighting and living in discord?” I quietly went outside, made two rods and brought them back into the room. Then I said to my children, “My children, it is not your fault that you, who have always gotten along, are now fighting; it is your mother’s fault for not teaching you properly. 

Therefore, your mother deserves to be punished,” I said, handing the rods to the two children. I then placed my calves in front of them and said, “Go ahead, hit me.” At my sudden action, the children were shocked and burst into tears. They quickly knelt down, clasped their hands together and begged, “We will never fight again, please forgive us.”

However, in front of the children who were watching me, I made the sign of the cross slowly and broadly and then I entrusted everything to the Lord. “Lord, may Yourself using the rod of love, renew the hearts of these children today so that they will no longer give or receive the hurts that come from fighting and that they will be united in love,” I prayed.

Then, I said again, “Go ahead, hit me.” The children cried louder and pleaded, “Mom, we have done wrong! We will never do it again. Please punish us.” They asked for forgiveness by rubbing both their hands together, pleading earnestly. It pained me greatly to see my beloved children crying, who would not hurt me even if I put them in my eyes, but I held my spirit firm so that they would be united in love and said.

“No, your wrongdoing is because of your mother’s fault, as I failed to raise you properly. So go ahead and hit me,” I spoke decisively. The children, not knowing what to do, cried out, “Mom! Mom!” and stamping their feet and crying uncontrollably, saying, “We cannot hit you, Mom! Please hit us instead.”

So, I said, “If you cannot hit your mother, then I will do it myself.” And I started beating my own calves forcefully with the rod and immediately the two children, cried out, “Mom! No!” and ran over to me. They took the rod from my hand and started gently striking my calves, sobbing bitterly.

My personal reflection note with Mama Julia🌹💗 

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