I took the Spanking Poll this morning and was elated to see that the majority of the people who voted (87%) spank their children. And according to the poll they aren’t just giving those little tap tap on the hand spankings. GO US!!! I grew up getting whippings (not spankings) I wouldn’t dare call those spankings, and I turned out just fine. I remember reconsidering all mischief before doing it because I knew there would defiintely be a price to pay for the wrongdoing. Much of the mischief was just too tempting and I followed thru on them anyway, but afterwards I would sit around the house nervous and biting my fingernails down to the knubs just knowing that my mother would find out and out would come the belt. Back then I think parents had some kind of superhuman powers where their brains were automatically pinged when a child got out of line. Now what really pressed me to think that there was something abnormal about parents back then was that after they were pinged, they would then pretend as if nothing was wrong until they were ready to get out the strap. They would fix dinner, clean the house, watch the news, iron clothes and chat with neighbors until it was time for the punishment. All the while the child was somewhere trembling because even though the parent hadn’t even mentioned what they had done they knew the superhuman parent knew and would pounce on them soon enough.
Now it seems as if many parents allow the ultimate No No; backtalk. Sure backtalk existed back then, but Lord knows it was not permitted. I wouldn’t have even dared say to my mother anything to the liking of “I don’t want to”, “Leave me alone” , “Shut up” , “That’s not how it happened” etc. And never would she have asked me to do something and I were to respond “No”. It would have been a sad, sad day in my house, for I would have gotten a whipping that would have me afraid to even write the word no on a piece of paper, nevertheless say it to my mother.
Now that I am a mother, I have indeed followed in the family tradition of whipping. For me whipping isn’t a thought, it’s a way of life. I don’t whip my son for everything he does wrong, but sometimes whippings are definitely in order and I definitely get on the job.