The only time I have laid a hand on one of my children is when my oldest son shot my youngest son in the neck with a BB gun. I sent him to his room so I could cool off. When I got to his room, he had his arms behind his head, legs crossed, watching TV. I turned the TV off and asked him to sit up so I could talk to him. All I remember is that he rolled his eyes....
The next thing I know his mother's on my back trying to keep me from killing the little cocsker... I think I was beating him with an extension cord I had ripped out of the wall?
Needless to say I felt terrible... My son knows how bad I felt after whipping him. He never wants me to feel like that again. And my other two children who witnessed or heard of this monumental beating don't want daddy to ever feel bad for having to whip them...
My kids are not afraid of me by any means.. Why should they be... I have only had to make an example out of the oldest and most smart-mouthed of them....
I'm proud of how well behaved my children are in public, how they mind there manners, and of how well they do in school. They know not to disrespect their elders, their friends, each other, or themselves.
Children carry on now of days because their parents allow them too. Children have lost the fear of God or a good ass whooping...
Just my thought....