8 year old kid gets pepper sprayed by the police.

[KenyanSandBoa]

Originally Posted by icehog3

I got the point loud and clear when I got the belt, I promise you.

Children don't read adult friends, or to be "reasoned" with. They need parents.

I couldn't agree more, Tom. I see all of these parents that spend more time trying to be friends with their kids than being parents. Living in the crazy liberal state of Massachusetts, if you discipline your kids, you're called out for being cruel.

When I was growing up, my father raised us on the 2-Strike rule...he told you not to do somethng, and if you did it again, you got your a$$ handed to you...none of this "try to rationalize with your child" BS.

[shilala]

Originally Posted by KenyanSandBoa

I couldn't agree more, Tom. I see all of these parents that spend more time trying to be friends with their kids than being parents. Living in the crazy liberal state of Massachusetts, if you discipline your kids, you're called out for being cruel.

When I was growing up, my father raised us on the 2-Strike rule...he told you not to do somethng, and if you did it again, you got your a$$ handed to you...none of this "try to rationalize with your child" BS.

My old man rationalized with me in his own way. "Because I said so" was pretty popular. He really did take the time to tell me the where's and why's of things along the way, even if it was just "you clean your room because we don't live like pigs". Short and to the point.
Lots of things were like that. Others he'd really take the time because he drank a lot and he liked to hear himself talk. I took great stock in all the things he taught me, and still do. Later in life I found out that a lot of things he believed were wrong, and made changes for myself, but he still covered everything that he could the best he could.

[KenyanSandBoa]

Originally Posted by shilala

My old man rationalized with me in his own way. "Because I said so" was pretty popular. He really did take the time to tell me the where's and why's of things along the way, even if it was just "you clean your room because we don't live like pigs". Short and to the point.
Lots of things were like that. Others he'd really take the time because he drank a lot and he liked to hear himself talk. I took great stock in all the things he taught me, and still do. Later in life I found out that a lot of things he believed were wrong, and made changes for myself, but he still covered everything that he could the best he could.

Yeah..."Because I said so" was a common one for me too. My dad never drank, so I never had to experience that, but he was a "it's my way, or the highway" type of guy. Granted when I was a kid, I thought there times when I hated my dad for his No-BS mentality, but I realize that it made me stronger and much more disciplined now I'm an adult.

As much as I would hate to admit this, and God help me if my father heard this, but I will raise my kids the same way he raised me...even though I'm sure there were times I swore that I wouldn't be like that when I have kids.

[Blueface]

I got the crap beaten out of me as a child.
In fact, I vividly recall the embarrassment of once going to school with a black eye at the hands of my father.

I don't hold any grudges.
In fact, few men I admire as much as him.

He has been a role model, faithful husband.
He has always been a hard working, honest man, at times never working less than seven days a week to provide for us.
Anything he could give me, including a college education, a car and so on, he did.

I say all this because again, he beat the chit out me.
He would unscrew the stick on a toilet plunger and chase me for blocks, in front of my friends, until he eventually got me at some point in the day.

Frankly, I deserved it.
I was on a bad road growing up in the streets of Newark.
Of all my friends at the time (20 or so of us), I am the ONLY one to graduate college.
I am one of maybe three of us that did not land in jail, although I was tailed in HS and had officers undercover visit my home and drag me into the pricipal's office in school.
About half are now dead.
One turned massive murderer.
I have a great life today, with a successful career, home and more importantly, family.
I truly feel I owe all it to my dad and his discipline.
The road I was on was not going to get better by talking.

My dad never laid a hand on me unless I was out of control.
When I behaved, there was no greater father.

The similar discipline was used with my son.
Except the stick and black eye part.
He is a stellar young man, with a great career and good head on his shoulers and we have a great relationship.

My daughter on the other hand was mostly spoken to and she gave me all the headaches. Go figure. So much for talking.

I share this to show not all beatings make you hateful. Some truly knock sense in you.

[backwoods357]

Originally Posted by Blueface

He would unscrew the stick on a toilet plunger and chase me for blocks, in front of my friends, until he eventually got me at some point in the day.

Reminds me of the time my mom broke the ruler she was spanking me with and to piss her off I started laughing about it (tears still in my eyes). This resulted in me running for my life around the yard, her close behind with a tree limb a little thicker than a baseball over her head. Don't know what she would have done if she caught up with me before my dad showed up.