Most folks work for a living. It’s time-consuming and
demanding each and every day of the work week. Some people also must put in
overtime to complete assignments, often without extra pay. However, of all the
jobs, nothing is more intense than being a parent. It’s an even worse chore
when children must be disciplined.
I dreaded having to correct my children, but the fact is
that they were human and, therefore, made
Dallas and Lacey survived childhood punishment. |
My approach to punishment was swift and just. I’d go to
Lacey or Dallas and administer spankings. Amy said the kids knew they were in
trouble when I frowned and put on my “Rector lips.” Those spanking were
administered with my hand, although I might have used a fly swatter or
something on occasion.
Lacey figured out early that the best bet was to act
contrite over any transgressions. With my first step into her room, she began
to bawl and beg me not to punish her. I’d like to say it had no effect on me,
but that would be a lie. Oh, she still received the spanking, but it was
usually much lighter.
Dallas was defiant. His stubborn streak kept him from
begging or crying. In fact, the boy refused to shed the first tear in front of
me. He saved them for after I’d left the room. If I re-entered, he sniffed and
set his jaw in an act that said I won’t bend.
My two children seemed to relish the idea of arguing and
scuffling in the car. One would call the other a name or begin teasing, and
that drove the other child into a frenzy. Then something would happen and one
would squeal and retaliate. By then, I had put up with enough. That meant I
reached across the front seat and attempted to thrash both of them. Suddenly,
the two of them forgot about their differences and delighted in a game of
dodging my swats.
Amy was a more masterful disciplinarian. I bellowed and
stomped and threatened. Before long,
Lacey and Dallas tuned all the commotion
out until I left the room. My dear wife is a quiet person, but when she reached
her limit, the kids feared her. On one occasion, they began a backseat argument
as soon as the car pulled out of the driveway. Amy had warned them in advance that
no such behavior would be tolerated. Not more than a mile down the road, she
whipped the car into a subdivision road, took off her flip-flop, and flogged
the two children. From that point, all Amy had to do was step on the brakes and
all misbehavior ceased.
I admit that I’m one of those parents who suffered with
their children when I punished them. My stomach knotted and tears flooded my
eyes. I didn’t want to spank my kids, but it was necessary. So, I felt terrible
after the fact.
Grounding worked better for Dallas. He hated to be confined,
so Amy would place him in a chair in our bedroom and dare him to get up. With
nothing to stimulate his mind, he’d grow bored in a matter of minutes and would
begin calling “Mom” to seek forgiveness and release. Lacey didn’t care if she
were grounded for life. She’d close her bedroom door and dream of the day she
could leave home. I have to admit that during her teen years I offered to help
her pack her bags.
My generation is probably the last one to use spanking as a
means of discipline. Other generations have decided that striking a child sends
the wrong message. Instead, parents use time-out, one-on-one discussions, and
other creative ways of getting points across. Perhaps that all works, but I
still stand by the belief that a quick swat to the behind is an acceptable way
of correcting behavior and teaching children the correct ways to act. By the
way, neither I nor my children suffered any long-lasting debilitating effects
from the spankings we earned.
3 comments:
Oh Coach, this one really hit home. As I read I began to think of all the spankings I had earned as a kid. Yes, earned. At 44 years old I can truly say that I can't think of one single time that my mother, with that fire-red hair and that one raised eyebrow, gave me the left-handed swat that I did not deserve. Yes it hurt, but again, I had earned it. She did not do it out of her enjoyment. She knew that if she did not tend to the situation, the type of kids/people we would become would not be the proper type. And as far as I am concerned, it worked and we turned out pretty darn good. Now, as I look at my own two kids, I guess I took all of those punishment so they would not have. I have 2 really good kids. So good as to say that in Garrison's 11 years on this earth, I have only had to spank him 2 times....yep, TWICE! Thats it! And McKenna, only a couple more than that. Now we scold them or take things away and that has worked so far. Don't get me wrong, if the butt needs a beatin' I will wind up and give it, but no such stretches of the shoulders had been necessary for some time. I guess we have the Lord to thank for that...thankful that he gave us good children and thankful that he gave me a momma that turned me into one. Good Stuff Coach...keep it coming!
Oh Coach, this one really hit home. As I read I began to think of all the spankings I had earned as a kid. Yes, earned. At 44 years old I can truly say that I can't think of one single time that my mother, with that fire-red hair and that one raised eyebrow, gave me the left-handed swat that I did not deserve. Yes it hurt, but again, I had earned it. She did not do it out of her enjoyment. She knew that if she did not tend to the situation, the type of kids/people we would become would not be the proper type. And as far as I am concerned, it worked and we turned out pretty darn good. Now, as I look at my own two kids, I guess I took all of those punishment so they would not have. I have 2 really good kids. So good as to say that in Garrison's 11 years on this earth, I have only had to spank him 2 times....yep, TWICE! Thats it! And McKenna, only a couple more than that. Now we scold them or take things away and that has worked so far. Don't get me wrong, if the butt needs a beatin' I will wind up and give it, but no such stretches of the shoulders had been necessary for some time. I guess we have the Lord to thank for that...thankful that he gave us good children and thankful that he gave me a momma that turned me into one. Good Stuff Coach...keep it coming!
Oh Coach, this one really hit home. As I read I began to think of all the spankings I had earned as a kid. Yes, earned. At 44 years old I can truly say that I can't think of one single time that my mother, with that fire-red hair and that one raised eyebrow, gave me the left-handed swat that I did not deserve. Yes it hurt, but again, I had earned it. She did not do it out of her enjoyment. She knew that if she did not tend to the situation, the type of kids/people we would become would not be the proper type. And as far as I am concerned, it worked and we turned out pretty darn good. Now, as I look at my own two kids, I guess I took all of those punishment so they would not have. I have 2 really good kids. So good as to say that in Garrison's 11 years on this earth, I have only had to spank him 2 times....yep, TWICE! Thats it! And McKenna, only a couple more than that. Now we scold them or take things away and that has worked so far. Don't get me wrong, if the butt needs a beatin' I will wind up and give it, but no such stretches of the shoulders had been necessary for some time. I guess we have the Lord to thank for that...thankful that he gave us good children and thankful that he gave me a momma that turned me into one. Good Stuff Coach...keep it coming!
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