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Originally Posted by rlchurch
They all sound just like you. The consistent refrain is, "the child is my property and I'll beat it if I chose to. I was beaten as a kid and there's nothing wrong with me."
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No, they don't and I've always said, to many adults while our children were growning up...you don't own your child. You have one concept in your mind, and that is, you hate any child to be spanked. SPANKING OR SWATING A KID ON THE BUTT, IS NOT BEATING...BEATING A CHILD CAUSES BLACK AND BLUE MARKS, BREAKS BONES, ETC. THERE IS A GREAT BIG DIFFERENCE.
And they all sound like you...liberal ideas are not all bad...but distorting the truth to prove your point, and the inability to allow others their opinions is a very controlling and distorted person, which are the kind of people that has gotten humanity into wars since the beginning of time.
I dont' know why these arguments have to break out on these forums all the time, just b/c you don't agree with us. And I cannot for the life of me understand, why you all actually fear allowing others their opinions. It's beyond my concept.
you don't spank your child...fine...but I spanked mine, swated his behind, maybe 3 times in his life. It wasn't a beating, it was a swat which yeah, probably stung...but, his behind didn't turn black and blue, nor did I break skin...
And yes, for your information, my maternal mother Did beat me as a child...and no one but no one would ever, touch my child like that and live. Matter of fact, someone smacked him across the face several times when he was little, and I hauled her ass to court and alerted child welfare. No one but no one ever slaps my child across the face, period.
But, if my son ever would have used a four letter word, I would have smacked his mouth...never ever did I have to resort to that, b/c I didn't allow him to ever think I wouldn't. It was all bluff, and I was military strict, and would turn and smile to my husband after talking to him. I didn't scream and hollar...I spoke to him with a very stern voice...
Fortunately, my foster parents were a great influence on me...did they spank? hardly at all, but did on occassions, like maybe all of us, once, if that. And that is the God's truth. We feared my foster dad b/c he was a man of few words...when he spoke, that's all it took...and we all piped down.
My foster parents were fine outstanding citizens...working members of the church, loved by all, and if someone in the neighborhood needed something, they were there to help, both mentally and financially. My sister once told me, if people knew how much money they gave away to help neighbors, we'd all be shocked.
My own maternal mother had to have surgery, they paid her rent and went to the grocery store where she shopped and made certain they had money so that she could have food on the table for 8 weeks, until she was able to return to work, and that was just her?
We came from a generation that did believe in spanking....and it was a swat on the behind...in both public or in homes...all my friends parents were like that. I'm 60 years old today, and a better person for my foster parents, and the parents of all my friends. Remember, it was a different world then, and when we were at a friends home, we knew our parents gave them the right to punish us if we were bad.
Back then, all the parents looked out for all the children all the time, parents assumed responsiblity for the neighborhood kids and if something were a miss, they would call our parents right away, or visa versa, and or right then and there, repromand the child.
People then, seemed to be much more mature, with a lot more common sense. They worked together as a team, and I can absolutely tell you, we had some 20 kids or more in our neighborhood. Parents then were responsible. We were taught to whisper when inside a doctors office, or in a resturant. We were taught to respect the property and personal space of others. We were NOT allowed to run up and down the isles of a grocery store...Parents were much more strict.
I'm so thankful I grew up in that time, b/c let me tell you, I was a real handful. I needed a firm hand, and always knew, if I screwed up, I would never be allowed back in my foster home. I loved that home, my sisters, brother and their parents. It gave me structure, love and responsiblity. I didn't want to loose that or them, and I feared smoking, getting into trouble, because I realized, if I did, I might never be allowed in that house again. Now of course, I know differently...they would have never abandoned me, and they never threatened me....it was just something I feared and for my own good to. I was more then a tom boy, I was a risk taker...and danger drew me in....so, I'm thankful to God, that I feared not only getting a swat on the behind, but, also, loosing them as a family.
There is a great big difference from the way my maternal mother beat me, and the 3 times I swated my kid across the behind...big big difference...
those are the kind of parents you should be attacking...the child abusers.