“Why must I?” or “Why cannot I?” says the child.  “Because I say so, and I am your father,” has been the stern, authoritative reply ever since we can any of us remember; and, I presume, ever since the Christian era, since that good Apostle Paul saw enough in the Ephesian families where he visited to lead him to write to them from Rome, “Fathers, provoke not your children to wrath.”

It seems to me that there are few questions of practical moment in every-day living on which a foregone and erroneous conclusion has been adopted so generally and so undoubtingly.  How it first came about it is hard to see.  Or, rather, it is easy to see, when one reflects; and the very clearness of the surface explanation of it only makes its injustice more odious.  It came about because the parent was strong and the child weak.  Helplessness in the hands of power,—­that is the whole story.  Suppose for an instant (and, absurd as the supposition is practically, it is not logically absurd), that the child at six were strong enough to whip his father; let him have the intellect of an infant, the mistakes and the faults of an infant,—­which the father would feel himself bound and would be bound to correct,—­but the body of a man; and then see in how different fashion the father would set himself to work to insure good behavior.  I never see the heavy, impatient hand of a grown man or woman laid with its brute force, even for the smallest purpose, on a little child, without longing for a sudden miracle to give the baby an equal strength to resist.

When we realize what it is for us to dare, for our own pleasure, even with solemnest purpose of the holiest of pleasures, parenthood, to bring into existence a soul, which must take for our sake its chance of joy or sorrow, how monstrous it seems to assume that the fact that we have done this thing gives us arbitrary right to control that soul; to set our will, as will, in place of its will; to be law unto its life; to try to make of it what it suits our fancy or our convenience to have it; to claim that it is under obligation to us!

The truth is, all the obligation, in the outset, is the other way.  We owe all to them.  All that we can do to give them happiness, to spare them pain; all that we can do to make them wise and good and safe,—­all is too little!  All and more than all can never repay them for the sweetness, the blessedness, the development that it has been to us to call children ours.  If we can also so win their love by our loving, so deserve their respect by our honorableness, so earn their gratitude by our helpfulness, that they come to be our “lovers and friends,” then, ah! then we have had enough of heaven here to make us willing to postpone the more for which we hope beyond!

But all this comes not of authority, not by command; all this is perilled always, always impaired, and often lost, by authoritative, arbitrary ruling, substitution of law and penalty for influence.