
Parenting: Just Say No.
And yeah, parenting is a matter of relativity. Within reason.
When I was 16, my sister Missy was 15 and my sister Emily was 8. We were with all our extended family at a restaurant, and Emily was acting up. Throwing things at her cousins across the table, talking loud enough to be heard outside, that sort of thing. My mom was at the far end of the table with my 85-year-old great-grandma, who was getting very stressed out by these bad children. Mom kept catching my eye and making that sharp gesture which is Universal Maternal Sign Language for "Take care of that problem before I take care of you!" Stern lectures just weren't working on Emily.
So I grabbed Emily and half-dragged her into the bathroom, though she was smart enough to know when the crap hit the fan and cooperated. Missy was in there washing her hands, and another middle-aged lady was waiting for the sink. I closed the door, leaned over Emily to give her two quick swats on the tush, and told her that if she didn't get her act together and stop stressing her frail great-grandmother out, she was going to be grounded for a week! I took her back out and for the rest of the meal she was a perfect angel. Later, Missy told me that after we left the bathroom, the other woman had said to her, "I just can't believe that some people are still striking their children! I ought to call the police!" Missy looked her in the eye and said "Those are my sisters." She dropped her eyes and didn't say anything else.
I can't believe that some people still think that two light swats on an errant child's behind is child abuse. Abuse is beatings, beltings, hospital visits. Putting a well-deserved whap in the same category as black eyes and broken bones is stupid to the point of criminal.
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