Tonight, Amy and I went out to eat at Ninfa’s, here on Westheimer in Houston. It’s the first time we’d gone there during normal evening dinner hours.
We were seated between two tables with large families, each table having three or four children (all looked to be under the age of 10). Throughout dinner, the kids threw temper tantrums, cried, screamed, yelled, and failing that, got out of their chairs and *ran* around their table and the restaraunt, disturbing everyone else around them who was trying to have a nice dinner.
If Amy or I had done that as children, we would have been told to sit our asses down and shut up. If we failed to do that, we’d have been taken outside and given a spanking, and then probably another after getting home. These kids didn’t seem to care, and their parents either didn’t care about making them behave, or were scared to properly discipline their children in public.
Is fear of getting in trouble for “child abuse” so bad nowadays that parents aren’t even allowed to spank their kids when they need to?
It reminds me of something that happened when I was around the same age. I was grocery shopping with my mother, and was acting up. She told me “Behave, or I’ll spank you.” Like the little smart-ass I was at the time, I looked at her and said “You cant! You don’t have a belt!”
She looked at me, walked down to the cowboy (this was rural Oklahoma) at the other end of the aisle. “Excuse me sir, can I borrow your belt? I need to spank my child.”
He said “Yes, Ma’am.” Took off his belt, and handed it to her. She walked back, gave me a sound spanking, and thanked the cowboy as she returned his belt.
That was one of the times I learned to never underestimate my mother.