Ok, so the thread about Christmas and bratty kids got me to thinking.
When I was a kid, we got paddled. I don’t remember when it started, but I do remember dreading it every time. I remember that is was always only one swat and it was the anticipation rather than the actual paddle, which stung but didn’t hurt after about 15 seconds (except for one time, see below). At first it was a ping pong paddle but as we got bigger anbd that didn’t hurt at all, my dad custom made these paddles that were bigger and meaner and hang them in the wood storage area by the fireplace. I think back then, and certainly before my generation, kids were disiplined much more harshly than today. Hell, we had corporal punishment in elementary school. I remember the principle paddling people (not me).
Every time I got paddled, I certainly deserved it. It was only in extreme cases when I got paddled, it’s not like I was paddled every single time. Some instances I remember:
- Beating up my brother
- Recklessly smashing a window (it was, shall we say, only semi an accident)
- Making gasoline and styrofoam bombs back by the burn pile
- Buring various flammable chemicals in the garage, right next to all the other flammable chemicals.
That last one got me a bit of a harder smack which left a bruise for a few days. That was the one I remember most clearly because my Mom scolded my Dad afterward when she thought I was out of earshot. It was also the last time we were paddled.
I asked my Mom about it a few years ago, and she said that if they were to do it again, there would have been no paddling. She said it was mostly a byproduct of German tradition. I’m not sure . . . it seems like sometimes it still has a place. Not having kids yet, but planning on it someday, it’s something I’m curious about.
So what’s modern parenting theory? Is there still a place or paddling, or is it all time outs and love hugs and childhood therapy sessions now?