When I hear arguments in favour of the 'right' to smack kids, I feel glum. But when I feel glum, there's nothing I like to do more than think about my kids and how much I love them.
I think about how, when I get home from work, my son (who's almost three) shrieks 'Mama!' and attaches himself to my leg. It's a gesture of affection, and sometimes a surreptitious nose-wiping manoevre. And I think about my daughter (seven and a half), and how she insists she'll never leave home because she loves me so much - she's going to get married and have kids, and the whole lot are going to live at my house, she says. (I'm sure her future husband will be thrilled with this arrangement.) They may give me grey hairs, but I wouldn't be without my little people, not even for a minute.
I think kids are for hugging and loving and celebrating. So if, like me, you need a bit of cheering up, I invite you to share stories about kids - your own (biological or not), or others. Because kids are funny and kids are rad!