A child never forgets the sound of being made to feel small.
Not the finger pointed in their face.
Not the shame that wraps around their little heart like a storm.
Not the silence they retreat into just to feel safe.
This isn’t discipline. This is damage.
quiet, invisible, and lasting.
Behind every angry outburst is a lesson being written in their soul:
“I am not enough.”
“I am unlovable.”
“I have to earn peace.”
And that child grows up—
Still flinching at loud voices, still craving softness,
Still carrying battles they never chose.
Discipline without dignity isn’t strength.
Raise them with words they won’t need to heal from.
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