I came across an article recently about alternatives to spanking at the positive parenting website and as soon as I read the title I was flooded with memories of spankings received
When I was growing up my parents believed in whoopin’s. I never even knew it was called spanking until I was in my teens. I remember back when I was about 10 or so getting my butt whooped while on vacation back east.
My mother had the knack for tearing up my backside, as she called it. She could find the skinniest, flimsiest tree branch and strip the bark and leaves in mere seconds. I learned from her that there is technique in corporal punishment; it’s all in the wrist. You gotta have a quick, sharp crack of the wrist.
Jeez that woman could make me dance. It literally felt like she set fire to my legs. She’d have hold of me by the hand and I would run around her in a circle, screaming my head off. Crack! Pop! Sting! Impact! Round and round we’d go.
1. She always asked me, “do you wanna whoopin’?” Yes of course that’s it! My day just isn’t right without sometime leaving welts on my thighs. I’m such a masochist.
2. Mid whoopin’ she’d yell, “if you’ll hold still it will be better.” For who? I certainly didn’t see the benefits of standing still while a switch stung my butt.
3. My mother was felled by the most famous spanking related phrase ever uttered, “this hurts me more than it does you.” Really? How about we switch places then and I’ll take your hurt and you can have mine.
I received more spankings in my childhood than I can remember which surprisingly affected my decision whether or not to spank my own children. On one hand I can honestly say those spankings did not affect who I am. But on the other hand as a parent I feel it is a technique futile at best and demented at worst.
There have been reserved moments, far and few between, that one of my four children have actually needed a spanking. So I would say that there are times when it is both effective and necessary. Such as when my son egged my neighbor’s house at 7 in the morning, in broad daylight….
What are your thoughts? Are you a spanker or a time out delegator?