I like to give this analogy when talking about spanking: think back to your childhood. Go as far back as you can remember and recall at least 3 memories. Are they good or bad? Did they involve elation and happiness or pain and sadness?
Chances are those memories revolve around something “traumatic.” I was 4 when I broke my leg, and I can vividly recall things about that day. I got chicken pox when I was 5 and remember laying on the couch sweating and crying. And I remember when my mother swatted my hindquarters when I was 6 after I mouthed off to an adult.
I grew up to be a normal, well-rounded adult; no signs of “poor health, social [or] developmental outcomes.” This no-spanking crap has given us an entire generation of mouthy, entitled adults, many of whom don’t respect authority. If I ever have children, and they do something to deserve it, they’re gonna get swatted, because pain triggers parts of the memory. It’s part of our survival instinct: if it hurts, don’t do it again or avoid it to avoid pain. A swat on the butt when its deserved is an instinctual method to teach our children what’s inappropriate behavior.
My oldest daughter, who was six at the time, and her brother and sister, four year old twins, were just being particularly bad one day and driving me crazy. I was fussing at them over and over. Finally, my six year old came up to me and said”Mommy - sometimes we just need a whipping, “