ron2
Posted : 11/21/2007 6:05:47 PM
Interesting topic.
I don't have kids and it seems that I never will.
Growing up, we had corporal punishment, swift, ever ready, and designed to cause pain. As I got older and built up a tolerance to pain, the length of the punishment would increase. Keep on whipping until you hear 'em holler. After a while, I learned to holler in order to draw the whipping session to a close. Talking back usually earned a slap across the face. But even as an infant and toddler, there was punishment. I don't remember the incident, strangely enough, but my mom did. I was not old enough to walk, whenever that was. Mom had me with her in the gorcery store and I was crying or carrying on. One of her methods to quiet me was to pop me on the mouth. One time, accidently at the right angle and amount of force, she popped me and my lip got cut on my teeth. So now, I was screaming at the top of my lungs and spraying blood everywhere. My mom felt bad about that because she thought others would think of her as a bad mother. It was okay to pop your kid in the mouth, just don't draw blood. It's gauche. There were also grades of punishment. The first time might get a talking. The second might get a grounding or removal of privilege. 3rd brought a spanking. Other things demanded immediate high justice. lying got a belt spanking on the bare but, usually with me bent over and grabbing my ankles. So, then, I am taking the whipping on bare skin in a precarious and unbalanced position. At 3, I got spanked with a peach tree switch for playing on the hearth at Grandma's.
At 4, I got spanked with stirring spoon (it was handy) for not going to sleep when we were put to bed.
When I was 7, I got in trouble for playing in the dirt. After approximately 20 lashes (the numbers are a little hazy after some decades) I was asked if I would do it again. I figured I was a kid, kids play in dirt, and try to forget moments of pain, and answered "yes sir, probably so." So, step-father #1 gave me approximately another 20 lashes. He was a boiler tech 2c in the Navy and hard solid arms from a career of hard work and a really sturdy leather belt. I was wearing cotton briefs and dungarees (navy grade denim). And I was blistered and peeling and black and blue. Another reason I got so many is that I didn't holler through the first 15 or 20.
When I was 13, Mom, brother, and I lived in a govt. subsidized apartment. Mom worked 12 and 14 hours a day, brother and I went to school, both too young to work and we did house chores not for an allowance but because it needed to be done. Neither one of us had managed to get our step-grandpa a birthday present. During a visit to our grandparents, my grandmother spent 6 hours on the clock telling me just how low I was and that maybe I could aspire one day to be the dirt beneath a worm for failing to get grandpa a birthday present. He worked the B shift. She started in on me at 6 p.m. and wrapped it up at midnight because he would be home soon and she wanted to get dinner going.
When I was 16, my mother slapped me because I was giggling at the dinner table. Her hand hurt for 3 days but she never hit me again.
When I was in high school, the grandparents thought they would help me to get good grades by offering a reward. If I were to get at least 4 A's, they would get me the guitar and amp of my choosing. I got 5 A's and 1 B+. And no guitar or amp. My mom let me spend my savings and get one, anyway.
To this day, I say what I think or know, in spite of the trouble it causes me, at times.
I don't see my grandparents.
My mother (8-22-45 to 3-14-87) is someone I still respect, though I didn't always agree with her methods. Her house, her rules. My way or the highway. May God forgive you because I won't. Stand up for what you believe in. Be polite but don't take stuff off of anyone. Don't start fights but do finish them. When I am done with you, you will wish to God you had never met me. Do the right thing, not for glory or praise, but because it is the right thing to do. And, most valuable advice, in a marriage, you never win an argument. Try to see her side. If she was right, you look really smart for seeing that. If she was wrong, you look like a gentleman for being gracious.
I believe children need consistent guidelines and boundaries. I am not totally alien to the idea of spanking a child but I can't help but remember that violence is used when the parent can see no other options. OTOH, the big bad world doesn't care about time-outs and stern talkings-to. The big bad world can punish more severely than a few swats on the butt.