>> Yep, I deserved every spank I got, and even once a punch in the face for insulting my old man.
Once (during my personal Age of Infinite Wisdom, c. age 16) I said something snotty and profane to my mother at the dinner table.
My Dad was up out of his chair so quick and with such force that he threw the chair back and broke one of its legs. About a millisecond later came his (thankfully open) hand right square across my face.
That was the only time he ever hit me in the face. I had no idea he could move so quick. I deserved every bit of it. I was lucky he didn’t hit me even harder.
Both of my parents very occasionally practiced corporal punishment, essentially all of it before age ten. I can’t ever recall a time when it was excessive or when I didn’t deserve it.
I also can’t ever recall a time when either of my parents acted counter to what they considered my best interests. Of course, they and I disagreed about what was in my best interests, but everything they did, they did for us kids.
They were everyday heroes. Boy, do I miss them.
“I also can’t ever recall a time when either of my parents acted counter to what they considered my best interests. Of course, they and I disagreed about what was in my best interests, but everything they did, they did for us kids.
They were everyday heroes. Boy, do I miss them.”
Nice story. I landed a backhand on my older kid when he was 14. He was next to me in the car, made a snide remark, I warned him, made the same remark again...I didn’t even think...backhand...drew some blood. I told him to keep quiet with mom, or I’d tell her why...he agreed, and once the shock wore off, we were buddies (as usual). No complaints about my kids (and no complaints from them about me [other than the usual things, like limiting Internet access], as far as I know).
My now 32 year old son can attest when he was at that "Age of Infinite Wisdom" (16) he as well said something extremely profane (called his mother the c-word) at the dinner table under his breath.
He will attest he neither knew dad had cat like reflexes and enough strength to lift him off the floor by the throat in about one second.
To this day he will tell you that moment changed his life because he figured out maybe he wasn't the hot shot he thought he was. If his dad could have him by the throat and off the floor before he even realized it, maybe he needed to learn a few more things about life.
>They were everyday heroes. Boy do I miss them!<
I, too, was blessed with loving parents, and I knopw your ache, but they are but a breath away from us. We are never alone, for our Father God is with us always. Without Him, we are truly lost.