Me three. But I resurrected the "because I said so" from my parents. I used to think all of our lives would be simpler if the kids just did what I said so. Is that too much to ask?
Granted I grew up in a town that didn't put poison in the water supply. I filter flouride out & am frustrated that it is in my water where 1/2 a mile away there is no poisoned water.
Whenever my kids would come crying to me telling me they were hurt, my first question was, is it bleeding? they said, no, I told him to suck it up and pay attention next time lol. It’s amazing how things have changed in just a few generations.
My kids tell me I am a terrible parent for saying the same thing.
My mother (who only considered taking me to the doctor for stitches or broken bones & even then didn't some of the timr) now gives my kids bandaids for every single boo-boo. It drives me nuts, I figure she raised me right & when they come back from visits with her I tell them she is too old to make them tough like me LOL
Brother fell out of a tree as a kid and broke his arm. Obviously in pain, holding his arm, went inside and told mom. Mom said, “You’re dirty. Go take a bath.”
LOL Had a coach call my mom about an on court injury. Mom told him to stop fussing over it & then the coach called my dad to get me when I insisted on going back to class.
Do said my nose was broken & there was nothing they could do about it. My mom told me that I wasted a day of classes.
Good memories that made me tough & ignore most pain.
As kids we used to run down (tall) hills to see how fast we could go. Someone always fell and rolled down the rest of the way. When it was my turn, I tripped and endo-ed spectacularly. Couple of cartwheels and then barrel rolled the rest of the way. Broke my collar bone. Then had to hike a mile home, up and down hills, over and under fences. And then a couple hours’ drive home.
Isn’t there something in between those two that would be more productive, and give people the ability to release succeed instead of punching down. Literally.
What? Surely not the Ingalls. Pop was just out in the forests chopping wood and harvesting maple. Can't imagine him doing all the other weird freemason stuff.
yes, it's fascinating/unexpected, and has been helpful in understanding what might be going on; good guys playing bad guys, stirring the pot. like the movie the Sting.
this is Pa Ingalls daughter Carrie, she was a Christian, very conservative & a member of the Eastern Star. she lived in Keystone, it's where Mount Rushmore is now.
Well, you’re the one who is sticking up for the post. You never claimed to be a victim. You literally called me, Laura Ingalls, for actually sticking up for you. ?
If that’s the case, you should be agreeing with me. But you’re not. Do you think it’s a funny joke. Sorry you were abused I just find it interesting that you’re going to stick up for a post, pointing out, children, being abused, and you’re one of them. It is if you have Stockholm syndrome.
But then, again, your username has the word fiasco with it, so it all makes sense.
There’s something in between you know. This is how people do their arguments. They argue for extremes.
There’s a really cool channel out there on YouTube. It’s called chicken Ricky. Basically, it’s a father who is teaching his son, who I think it’s somewhere between seven and nine how to work on vehicles, mow yards, and be a productive human
That’s the kind of kid I’m talking about. Check it out and learn.
You don’t have to beat your kids into submission to have a strong son. Also, you don’t have to be so soft that they turn into soy boys. Raising a son like chicken Ricky is something to aspire to.
Yea... get in trouble and get yelled at. So as a kid you cry, obviously, and then my parents would get even more mad because I was upset. My dad used to blow his fucking top if I cried after being screamed at for being a kid - mind you, we're talking under 7 years old here.
Just conditions you to believe you're a horribly bad kid on purpose - at fucking 5-7 years old.
Core memories that transcended into never risking to show my emotions - you only get beat up for it.
Absolutely. Raised my kids this way too. If they were bad in public, they knew they wouldn't be sitting for a couple days. They turned out pretty good.
Love the comments… The Greatest Sin when I was raised was Any Type of Disrespect for my parents authority… was given lots of latitude to be a kid, while firmly taught what was right and wrong.. Heard the second a few times, but Never spanked once by my Mother.. All she’d have to say to get my attention was “Do you want me to tell your Dad” ?? He’d give me a few good swats if I did something wrong, but I was never abused… Lots of statements like “It’s a long ways from your heart, son” and “Cowboy up buddy”… and if things were challenging, I’d hear “Ah hell, you’ve got this Boone”… Proper discipline.. never abusive… Constant callout to become a man.. Great way to grow up…
There's nothing abusive about that. It works, and when you are old enough to understand what's worth crying about, you can cry on your parents shoulders.
Just talking to husband the other day about how my dad used to crack his belt before a spanking. My kids grew up to a leather horse thing that was shaped like a large spoon. We dubbed it the Spanker.
Kinda worried because my sons fiancé is part of the first group and can understand why my daighters kids behave. Son literally told her its because our family expects behavior. They are getting married in August and I'm praying the world is sorted out soon because she has baby fever bad.
One thing i know is life is harder without teaching kids discipline.
That is so true. My Col. Army paratrooper Dad
Always said stop crying or I will give ya something to cry about. Tough as nails.
Very stoic family values.
Definitely the second one. Grew up on a farm and lemme tell you somethin...you did not cry when you got smashed or kicked by a cow or horse. You didn't cry when you got laid open by farm equipment, blood everywhere. You didn't cry when tightening barbed wire, it slips and cuts you open.
No. You washed it off, threw whatever cloth you had on it, and kept working till the jobs done. God forbid you shed a single tear.
When I'd cry they yelled 'shut up, get out of here'.
When I told them I got beat up after school the said "Then dont go there'
Once people realized I'd get the strap over anything, they'd tell my parents I did this or that and without even asking me I'd get strapped.
I grew up hating them and vowed to not be like them. I did discipline my kids in stages - 1st correct them, get the story; 2nd yell at them, take something away and 3rd spank, ground etc depending on age.
Now I'm old, kids are grown but we are very close and I'm proud of them.
And when we were kids, we dreaded the thought of our parents finding out if we did something wrong at school. Now, the parents threaten teachers who dare claim their perfect child did something wrong.
One approach teaches entitlement and dependence, the other teaches self control, emotional management and self-regulation. The second produces people who can move beyond themselves and into relationships where they can help others.
I was around 5 in 1961, it only took a couple oh shit moments to figure out my parents weren’t fucking around when THEY said “I’ll give you something to cry about”
I was given this threat (more like a promise) on more than one occasion as a young lad, LOL!! I'm talking about the second half of this, not the first. Oh, and if we fucked up good, we got the belt. Yes, we got our ass beat with a 1970s leather belt.
If you raise obedient children you turn out with obedient adults and I don't consider that necessarily a good thing. Kids that are beaten are raised to fear authority and it's become clearer than ever that I want my kids to always question it. Even though it means a harder time for me as a parent. A beaten down kid who doesn't express their displeasure or sadness is easier to raise than a kid who has struggled to find the right tools but in their adult life they will know how to perceive their emotions and express them rather than bury them and say everything is fine.
Feelings and emotions are a wonderful thing when based on truth… they can also be the devils playground…Never beat them down, but rather raise them up to make decisions thoughtfully based on truth, and that the proper response to situations follow that predicate, lest you have a Son excelling in Womens Sports, because as a child he’s convinced by his liberal teachers that he’s really a girl…
Different perspective.
I don't remember crying as a kid. Got spanked once, for something I didn't do.
Got punched once for something I did, but that was because Dad thought I got stuck under a pickup engine I was changing. Probably out of fear/relief.
First time I recall crying was in 1967, on a CSAR mission in Vietnam: we found a bird USAF lost, enemy fire. I had to go check out the wreck and found the four crew members skinned and strapped in their seats.
That was the first time I recall having tears, other than from icy winds in my face. Those tears came many times after that, over there in that useless bullshit war.
But no one ever beat me for anything, other than normal fights among my so-called friends.
The second one. I was raised with strength being praised, so I wanted my parents to be proud of me. I remember having my tonsils out and waking up in the recovery room with a lot of crying kids, the nurse told my Dad how brave I was, and he said, "that's my girl, she is very brave", so, it must have took. My parents both had it hard, I do not remember them complaining about other people who had it better, they were grateful, and stoic. Maybe it's in my genes. Whining was not an option, because you risked a smack in the face for being a brat. I think if you model to your child, they will follow suit.
It makes controlling your children easier but if you condition them to be fearful of true expression it could result in a person being out of touch with their feelings or suppressing their emotions.
This makes tough people but never address what they are truly feeling. Not saying that bribing a child to do what you want is right but neither is beating them because they feel frustration.
Kids are like dogs, they want to know who’s in charge, a child that stamps his feet when he doesn’t get what he wants is not a happy child, it’s sad that parents don’t understand that
Hahaha! Amen. I came from the second one. Thanks for bringing back the picture of my mothers face saying that to me.
Me too. But every generation raises the next.
Me three. But I resurrected the "because I said so" from my parents. I used to think all of our lives would be simpler if the kids just did what I said so. Is that too much to ask?
My generation
Me: "my ankle hurts"
Grandfather: punches me in the shoulder
Me: "oww"
Grandfather: "bet your ankle doesn't hurt anymore"
// Anyway current day has gone beyond that first option now
They've already been bought everything and are crying anyway.
I fell 20ish ft out of a tree as a teen, my friends raced to my house to get my mom. She told them to tell me to stop whining & go have fun.
Younger generations just don't understand how tough they can be if given the chance.
The body has the capability to adapt to amazing levels. As does the mind.
Yes it does.
And we drank out of a garden hose, not a Stanley filled with PH-balanced, filtered smartwater.
and we survived!!! Kek!!
Granted I grew up in a town that didn't put poison in the water supply. I filter flouride out & am frustrated that it is in my water where 1/2 a mile away there is no poisoned water.
Garden hose water was the best :D
Whenever my kids would come crying to me telling me they were hurt, my first question was, is it bleeding? they said, no, I told him to suck it up and pay attention next time lol. It’s amazing how things have changed in just a few generations.
Mine was, bet you don’t do that again.
My kids tell me I am a terrible parent for saying the same thing.
My mother (who only considered taking me to the doctor for stitches or broken bones & even then didn't some of the timr) now gives my kids bandaids for every single boo-boo. It drives me nuts, I figure she raised me right & when they come back from visits with her I tell them she is too old to make them tough like me LOL
arterial bleeding
Brother fell out of a tree as a kid and broke his arm. Obviously in pain, holding his arm, went inside and told mom. Mom said, “You’re dirty. Go take a bath.”
Lol…
LOL Had a coach call my mom about an on court injury. Mom told him to stop fussing over it & then the coach called my dad to get me when I insisted on going back to class.
Do said my nose was broken & there was nothing they could do about it. My mom told me that I wasted a day of classes.
Good memories that made me tough & ignore most pain.
Lololoooo…yup.
As kids we used to run down (tall) hills to see how fast we could go. Someone always fell and rolled down the rest of the way. When it was my turn, I tripped and endo-ed spectacularly. Couple of cartwheels and then barrel rolled the rest of the way. Broke my collar bone. Then had to hike a mile home, up and down hills, over and under fences. And then a couple hours’ drive home.
No one was particularly concerned.
They don’t make kids like they used too.
You just offended about 1/2 of them.
Lol….👆🏼
Yeah, and what a shitty way to raise a family.
Isn’t there something in between those two that would be more productive, and give people the ability to release succeed instead of punching down. Literally.
Lol
Relax Laura Ingalls.
Pointing out the toughness of different generations, not the parental nurturing skills.
Sorry, but Laura Ingalls generation was the second one. That’s the one I was pointing out as being negative. Duh!
I was referring to the wholesome Laura Ingalls character, not the author who wrote her character
But regardless, continue to downvote, hon.
speaking of Laura Ingalls, her dad was a freemason, had no idea! and I was a huge fan, read the books multiple times.
There's a book called Little Lodges on the Prairie about Pa Ingalls and the freemasons, but I haven't read it yet.
What? Surely not the Ingalls. Pop was just out in the forests chopping wood and harvesting maple. Can't imagine him doing all the other weird freemason stuff.
yeah I was shocked too! it's actually what caused me to look at freemasons differently.
since I'm familiar with the area where the Ingalls lived, know the kind of people, etc. it didn't make sense that they were 'satanists'.
starting to think disinformation is the underlying theme with freemasons, to make us all think they're 'bad'. lots of disinfo,
but a great way to spy, and lure out the real demons, Karens, etc. George Washington was a master mason, and President Trump admires him a lot🤔
Wow I did not know that
yes, it's fascinating/unexpected, and has been helpful in understanding what might be going on; good guys playing bad guys, stirring the pot. like the movie the Sting.
this is Pa Ingalls daughter Carrie, she was a Christian, very conservative & a member of the Eastern Star. she lived in Keystone, it's where Mount Rushmore is now.
https://www.sdpb.org/blogs/images-of-the-past/carrie-ingalls-south-dakota-life/
Yes, I will because I don’t think abusing your child is the way to get them to be disciplined.
But you keep beating your kids.
I think you should be accusing my grandfather of abusing me since I am the one who was hit.
Way to shame the victim.
Well, you’re the one who is sticking up for the post. You never claimed to be a victim. You literally called me, Laura Ingalls, for actually sticking up for you. ?
If that’s the case, you should be agreeing with me. But you’re not. Do you think it’s a funny joke. Sorry you were abused I just find it interesting that you’re going to stick up for a post, pointing out, children, being abused, and you’re one of them. It is if you have Stockholm syndrome.
But then, again, your username has the word fiasco with it, so it all makes sense.
God bless you and have a great day.
Better than having a bunch of pansy-ass kids, pretending to be gangsters, eating soap pods and seeing their therapists for a broken nail.
There’s something in between you know. This is how people do their arguments. They argue for extremes.
There’s a really cool channel out there on YouTube. It’s called chicken Ricky. Basically, it’s a father who is teaching his son, who I think it’s somewhere between seven and nine how to work on vehicles, mow yards, and be a productive human
That’s the kind of kid I’m talking about. Check it out and learn.
You don’t have to beat your kids into submission to have a strong son. Also, you don’t have to be so soft that they turn into soy boys. Raising a son like chicken Ricky is something to aspire to.
https://youtu.be/5_2OQ3NkYpk?si=GQgOz8pNxxSfNB_S
Yea... get in trouble and get yelled at. So as a kid you cry, obviously, and then my parents would get even more mad because I was upset. My dad used to blow his fucking top if I cried after being screamed at for being a kid - mind you, we're talking under 7 years old here.
Just conditions you to believe you're a horribly bad kid on purpose - at fucking 5-7 years old.
Core memories that transcended into never risking to show my emotions - you only get beat up for it.
My father would beat me for reasons you shouldn't beat a kid, and then would tell me "if you don't stop crying, I'll give you something to cry about"
I always thought "motherfucker, you already gave me something to cry about! That's why I'm cryin'!"
Lol
Super old parents. I grew up with both “stop crying or I’ll give you something to cry about” AND “children should be seen and not heard”.
Now they cry if you get their pronouns wrong.
How about “I brought you into this world and I can take you out”
Absolutely. Raised my kids this way too. If they were bad in public, they knew they wouldn't be sitting for a couple days. They turned out pretty good.
Love the comments… The Greatest Sin when I was raised was Any Type of Disrespect for my parents authority… was given lots of latitude to be a kid, while firmly taught what was right and wrong.. Heard the second a few times, but Never spanked once by my Mother.. All she’d have to say to get my attention was “Do you want me to tell your Dad” ?? He’d give me a few good swats if I did something wrong, but I was never abused… Lots of statements like “It’s a long ways from your heart, son” and “Cowboy up buddy”… and if things were challenging, I’d hear “Ah hell, you’ve got this Boone”… Proper discipline.. never abusive… Constant callout to become a man.. Great way to grow up…
There's nothing abusive about that. It works, and when you are old enough to understand what's worth crying about, you can cry on your parents shoulders.
Kek Ive heard that last one many many times 😂 we got spanked with whatever was close enough.
Just talking to husband the other day about how my dad used to crack his belt before a spanking. My kids grew up to a leather horse thing that was shaped like a large spoon. We dubbed it the Spanker. Kinda worried because my sons fiancé is part of the first group and can understand why my daighters kids behave. Son literally told her its because our family expects behavior. They are getting married in August and I'm praying the world is sorted out soon because she has baby fever bad. One thing i know is life is harder without teaching kids discipline.
That is so true. My Col. Army paratrooper Dad Always said stop crying or I will give ya something to cry about. Tough as nails. Very stoic family values.
Definitely the second one. Grew up on a farm and lemme tell you somethin...you did not cry when you got smashed or kicked by a cow or horse. You didn't cry when you got laid open by farm equipment, blood everywhere. You didn't cry when tightening barbed wire, it slips and cuts you open.
No. You washed it off, threw whatever cloth you had on it, and kept working till the jobs done. God forbid you shed a single tear.
I remember ‘The Board of Education’ paddle and dad’s belt.
I remember Sister Mary Justin's one-inch thick, solid oak paddle with the holes drilled in it, so it would sting more.
"Bend over and hold your ankles...."
Ouch!
Oooh, you're not kidding. I think we also had to pull down our pants so they'd smack the bare butt, got welts from the holes!
Yep. My dad kept the paddle above the door frame as a reminder that I was not to act like an ass when I left our home.
My dad worked in a machine shop and my mom loved Sister's paddle so much, she had Dad make one for home use, much to my chagrin!
When I'd cry they yelled 'shut up, get out of here'.
When I told them I got beat up after school the said "Then dont go there'
Once people realized I'd get the strap over anything, they'd tell my parents I did this or that and without even asking me I'd get strapped.
I grew up hating them and vowed to not be like them. I did discipline my kids in stages - 1st correct them, get the story; 2nd yell at them, take something away and 3rd spank, ground etc depending on age.
Now I'm old, kids are grown but we are very close and I'm proud of them.
I came from the second one. My kids were raised by the second one. But somehow, they're teaching their kids the first one. Boggles me.
And when we were kids, we dreaded the thought of our parents finding out if we did something wrong at school. Now, the parents threaten teachers who dare claim their perfect child did something wrong.
School shootings only occurred when discipline was removed from homes and school.
One approach teaches entitlement and dependence, the other teaches self control, emotional management and self-regulation. The second produces people who can move beyond themselves and into relationships where they can help others.
Sadly, most folks I work with come from that first category. :(
I was around 5 in 1961, it only took a couple oh shit moments to figure out my parents weren’t fucking around when THEY said “I’ll give you something to cry about”
I was given this threat (more like a promise) on more than one occasion as a young lad, LOL!! I'm talking about the second half of this, not the first. Oh, and if we fucked up good, we got the belt. Yes, we got our ass beat with a 1970s leather belt.
When I read the second one, I heard it in my dad's voice. He passed 40 years ago.
If you raise obedient children you turn out with obedient adults and I don't consider that necessarily a good thing. Kids that are beaten are raised to fear authority and it's become clearer than ever that I want my kids to always question it. Even though it means a harder time for me as a parent. A beaten down kid who doesn't express their displeasure or sadness is easier to raise than a kid who has struggled to find the right tools but in their adult life they will know how to perceive their emotions and express them rather than bury them and say everything is fine.
Feelings and emotions are a wonderful thing when based on truth… they can also be the devils playground…Never beat them down, but rather raise them up to make decisions thoughtfully based on truth, and that the proper response to situations follow that predicate, lest you have a Son excelling in Womens Sports, because as a child he’s convinced by his liberal teachers that he’s really a girl…
Yeah. Kids have wild ideas. Doesn't mean we have to take the seriously or spank them out of existence. The ideas mature with age. Hopefully
Different perspective. I don't remember crying as a kid. Got spanked once, for something I didn't do. Got punched once for something I did, but that was because Dad thought I got stuck under a pickup engine I was changing. Probably out of fear/relief. First time I recall crying was in 1967, on a CSAR mission in Vietnam: we found a bird USAF lost, enemy fire. I had to go check out the wreck and found the four crew members skinned and strapped in their seats. That was the first time I recall having tears, other than from icy winds in my face. Those tears came many times after that, over there in that useless bullshit war. But no one ever beat me for anything, other than normal fights among my so-called friends.
yep, i grew up under, spare the rod, spoil the child.
The second one. I was raised with strength being praised, so I wanted my parents to be proud of me. I remember having my tonsils out and waking up in the recovery room with a lot of crying kids, the nurse told my Dad how brave I was, and he said, "that's my girl, she is very brave", so, it must have took. My parents both had it hard, I do not remember them complaining about other people who had it better, they were grateful, and stoic. Maybe it's in my genes. Whining was not an option, because you risked a smack in the face for being a brat. I think if you model to your child, they will follow suit.
It makes controlling your children easier but if you condition them to be fearful of true expression it could result in a person being out of touch with their feelings or suppressing their emotions.
This makes tough people but never address what they are truly feeling. Not saying that bribing a child to do what you want is right but neither is beating them because they feel frustration.
Kids are like dogs, they want to know who’s in charge, a child that stamps his feet when he doesn’t get what he wants is not a happy child, it’s sad that parents don’t understand that
Yep, that is still the rule in my house. lol
Wow, that is perfect. My gosh that phrase is etched on my mind....lol.
I want that shirt.