I was consistently spanked the first five years of my life. I tried everyting there was to try—from digging out under the yard fence and escaping with my dog, to aiming for and hitting the neighbor girl in the head with a rock and laughing about it. I literally woke up at age five as an angel, my mom said. I had finally equated painful consequences with disobedience and misbehavior. I’m nearing 60, and I am eternally grateful to my parents for jerking their belts off or applying a switch to my obstinate little backside. I still tell my mom she’s the greatest mom on earth.
Belts, razor strap, even a hair brush once. But many of today’s children in grade school know that if mommie or daddy spanks them all they have to do is tell a teacher and they call CPS, what then?