@Finn dAbuzz,
Finn dAbuzz wrote:I'm not answering for Bill or anyone but myself but this equating "spanking" to beating, abuse or torture is simply ridiculous.
My mother used to hit us with a wooden spoon but she held back so much the "raps" weren't even painful. Yet we knew she was mad and had pushed her too far. We didn't want to push her to the point where she might really let loose with the spoon, so we stopped
the unruly behavior that angered her. This was of course after she peacefully told us to knock it off.
Yeah; among my very earliest memories (I can remember my 3rd birthday) was my mother
commenting on other parents hitting their kids; she said that she preferred reasoning.
We reasoned. It worked. My mother was
logical; good powers of articulation. We reasoned well together.
I respected my mother 's powers of analysis.
For instance, when I was 6, I had a
GIGANTIC jurisdictional challenge in my mind
against school n attendance thereof. I remember asking my mother:
"WHERE in the hell do
THAY get the right to have
ME go over
THERE??"
whereupon my mother explained the value of education and I had to agree (however grudgingly).
Finn dAbuzz wrote:My father would occasionally spank us in the form of a mild cuff on the back of the head.
It didn't hurt so much as it shocked, and it did the trick.
We stopped whatever it was we were doing...after we ignored the verbal commands.
I think that sometimes, that might become necessary,
depending on the circumstances.
Finn dAbuzz wrote:My parents were "enlightened liberals" in the sense of what that meant 50 years ago: Stevenson and Kennedy liberals.
My parents supported n loved Franklin Roosevelt. I never did.
Eventually, I won my mother over to conservative Republicanism.
Finn dAbuzz wrote:My father made a point of talking to us like adults and encouraged us to disagree with him
when we talked about the news or history at the dinner table.
In my family, all of my relatives spoke to children that way. There was only one way to talk to anyone.
I have
always applied that principle of social contact,
including taking testimony from children in court.
I never talked down to anyone, so far as I can remember.
Finn dAbuzz wrote:More times than not he ignored comments like "That's stupid Dad,"
In arguing with anyone of any age, I 've seldom
commented on stupidity so much as pointing out the flaw in question;
like
: "O, yeah?? Then how come yada, yada, yada ?"
Finn dAbuzz wrote:or "You're completely wrong!"
There 's nothing rong with telling anyone that he 's rong (if he
IS).
Finn dAbuzz wrote:Every once in a while though he didn't ignore them, and would lash out with a punch to the arm that would knock me off my chair. It was always me taking the blow because a) I had the smartest mouth, and b) My older brother got the seat at the table that was out of Dad's reach.
It was never predictable, it just happened. He was a drinker, but I could never detect a connection. Unlike my mother, my father was actually a nicer guy when he drank.
It would hurt like he'll and I would cry and bruise, but it was so infrequent and random that I can't say I ever felt like my father was a beater.
For what ever mad reason he exploded, he certainly wasn't spanking me or trying to correct my behavior. It was a brutal, angry reaction that obviously was wrong.
So, I know the difference between a spanking and a beating (even if it was a one punch beating).
I hit my daughter one time in her life and it was an involuntary reaction. She was 15 and I was trying to referee a fight between her and her mother when suddenly she shouted "I hate this ******* family!" Next thing I knew I had slapped her in the face.
Well, sometimes people 's emotions get the better of them.
Live n learn. Try to keep better control.
Finn dAbuzz wrote:I can't say it was a spanking, but it wasn't really a beating either. It stung, I'm sure but I had, without, thinking pulled back and it wasn't even half a swing. He cheek got a little rosy, but no finger marks or bruising of any kind. She was astonished because it was the first time I had ever spanked or hit her. It made a big impression, and she later apologized profusely. She also never said anything like that again (at least not in front of me).
I don't know what to call that action, because it wasn't premeditated. It just happened, but I didn't feel guilty about it and it certainly didn't scar my daughter physically or mentally.
U know, I remember 1ce my girlfriend at the time, Maralyn, tried to provoke me to hit her.
First, she was very personally insulting and then from the look on her face
and the way that she was holding her body, I saw that she was like
daring me. I was certain that she tried to make me lose my composure,
relinquishing reason in favor of emotion, but I foxed her.
I just
laffed it off n left her standing there.
Presumably, she 'd have sued me (
with good reason) for assault n battery,
if I had fallen for that. I joked with her mother about that.
Finn dAbuzz wrote:The boys would get mild cuffs to the back of their head or the occasional Vulcan Death Grip,
Grabbing the carotid arteries ?
Finn dAbuzz wrote:whenever ( like me and my brother) they didn't listen to me or their mother. It always worked and again,
neither of them are the worse for it.
That, in my mind, is "spanking" and not beating or abuse. I can't say that I wasn't angry most of the time I spanked them,
but I obviously wasn't allowing my anger to overrule my reason as had the case with my father.
Yeah; its a troublesome subject.
I remember 1ce
I felt sorry for Maralyn when she returned home
from shopping with her 4 year old daughter (no genetic relation to me).
She described how her child, Nancy, had been repeatedly troublesome
in the store, such that Maralyn swatted her 1ce on the butt
and another customer (male) shouted something threatening at her
about child abuse. I 'm pleased to be able to say that I never even
THAWT
of hitting any of my girlfriends' children, but thay never gave me any
reason to object to them.
Finn dAbuzz wrote:I feel a lot more guilty about some of the tongue lashings I gave my oldest son (who could test the patience of a saint,
and was defiance personified) than I do about the cuffing and grips. In fact I don't feel any guilt about them.
Well, u had the right to argue your point of vu.
U have free speech.
Finn dAbuzz wrote:If there are parents out there who never spank or yell at their kids
and have wonderfully behaved little men and women, then God bless them:
They are either saints or their kids are Stepford children.
I sure as hell wasn't the perfect father, but when I see my adult children today,
I know my wife and I did something right..
I remember a beautiful sight that I beheld in the 1990s
at a summer resort in Upstate NY. I was in its hot tub, when 2 boys,
less than 10 years old, entered the tub, soon followed by their father,
a very tall man, the best part of 7 feet tall.
I saw him speak to them very kindly n gently for quite a while.
I 'd never seen the like of it. Later in the day, I told him so.
I think that there 's a lot to be said for kindness.
I 'm sure that his boys will think of him n remember him with fondness
and will probably, in their turn, be good fathers to their own children.
He showed them how to do it.
David