Beekissed
Mountain Sage
That's a shame.... 
One of my boys heard a boy at church talking down to his mother and he was astonished, must have made some comment about it because the kid asked him what he was going on about. My boy told him that if he spoke to his mom like that he'd be in a wheelchair! The kid just didn't connect with that reference and neither did his mother so I heard this shout from across the room~"Hey, Mom! What would you do to me if I talked back to you?" I shouted back, "I guess you better get real comfortable with sitting down the rest of your life!"
They still didn't get it and it had to be explained to them in detail..really spelled out. In plain and simple language, the child would be so severely damaged as to require wheelchair assistance for mobility after I had completed his discipline. No, I've never beat my children to that degree~though I have used corporal punishment~but they seem to think I might and I could see myself leaving a solid impression of that eventuality if the occasion arose.
I guess it all has to do with intent and intimidation...they generally trust that when I say I'm going to follow through with a punishment, I will. I'm pretty consistent with discipline because children like to push the boundaries and when they find a weakness, they will work on that crack until it's a veritable canyon and then you've lost all control.
When you are raising boys, the sad truth is that one day they tower over you and are looking down on this short woman...when they are looking down they better very well have some idea of the power behind that little person that raised them~if not, they will not only look down on you but they will step on you as well. I refuse to be any man's doormat~even my own sons'. I love them but they need to learn respect for me and that started when they came home from the hospital as babies.
It also helps that I am very strong~at my oldest son's 16th birthday party I beat 5 teen boys at the party in arm wrestling and finally lost to the 6th boy due to muscle fatigue. No, I'm not butch, but I have worked hard all my life and this puts on some muscle.
In the end you gotta say what you mean and mean what you say...and always follow through.
One of my boys heard a boy at church talking down to his mother and he was astonished, must have made some comment about it because the kid asked him what he was going on about. My boy told him that if he spoke to his mom like that he'd be in a wheelchair! The kid just didn't connect with that reference and neither did his mother so I heard this shout from across the room~"Hey, Mom! What would you do to me if I talked back to you?" I shouted back, "I guess you better get real comfortable with sitting down the rest of your life!"
They still didn't get it and it had to be explained to them in detail..really spelled out. In plain and simple language, the child would be so severely damaged as to require wheelchair assistance for mobility after I had completed his discipline. No, I've never beat my children to that degree~though I have used corporal punishment~but they seem to think I might and I could see myself leaving a solid impression of that eventuality if the occasion arose.
I guess it all has to do with intent and intimidation...they generally trust that when I say I'm going to follow through with a punishment, I will. I'm pretty consistent with discipline because children like to push the boundaries and when they find a weakness, they will work on that crack until it's a veritable canyon and then you've lost all control.
When you are raising boys, the sad truth is that one day they tower over you and are looking down on this short woman...when they are looking down they better very well have some idea of the power behind that little person that raised them~if not, they will not only look down on you but they will step on you as well. I refuse to be any man's doormat~even my own sons'. I love them but they need to learn respect for me and that started when they came home from the hospital as babies.
It also helps that I am very strong~at my oldest son's 16th birthday party I beat 5 teen boys at the party in arm wrestling and finally lost to the 6th boy due to muscle fatigue. No, I'm not butch, but I have worked hard all my life and this puts on some muscle.
In the end you gotta say what you mean and mean what you say...and always follow through.
) from Lehman's. For jeans, I got a big commercial type mop bucket/wringer. Takes a while, because you can only do one adult pair at a time, but it works!
