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How to Discipline Children |
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07/08/02 (1285 review reads) |
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Advantages: love, like, respect
Disadvantages: hatred
how to dicipline children?
I wouldnt say i was an expert on disiplining children i have three of my own and to be honest i have threatened to smack them,and i have tapped them,and i mean tapped them,they smirk at me as if to say is that it,
But where has it got me not smacking my children? i'll tell you where,to the land of satisfaction,by this i mean my children misbehave like all others sometimes my four year old is like a mad woman possessed,but when i shout loud enough to shatter glass they all know enough is enough.there is no need to reach for a shoe,a cane,or any other impliment including the hand or as i got as a child and young woman,THE FIST.
I see my children as normal,pushing just to see how far they can go,but this is all part of growing up to become a respectfull member of life,we all need to be taught in order to teach,If ever i felt the need to smack my children hard then i would feel as though i had failed them,i want my children to love,like and respect me,not fear me.
My memories of a sweet and inocent childhood differ greatly,from been in a nappy probably around the age of two i can remember fearing my father so much.Me and my brother became human punch bags for any reason he could give himself.Like all children we pushed our limits giggled on the sofa at each other when our parents were watching tv,fought like cat and dog over a pencil crayon,just like all other siblings.The difference being we were belted with a buckle,our disipline was hard and drawn out punishment for the slightest wrong doing, as we got older so did that fearfull thick brown belt we looked to see if he was wearing each morning,so as we hit our teens the fist became more appropriate as he saw it.If we nicked off school for the afternoon we got detention at school for a week,if the teacher so much as raised his voice our father was at school like a whippet,preaching to leave his kids alone.Once we were behind closed doors we knew
what was coming THE FIST!My last fist was when i was fifteen,i heard my brother screaming for help,he was seventeen at the time,as i looked out of my bedroom window my father was dragging my brother down the bottom of the garden punching him every inch of the way.This still feels like it happened yesterday,my reaction was to help,i ran down the garden in my t-shirt and knickers(i was getting ready for bed at the time)i shouted for him to leave my brother alone and the next thing i remember is going backwards back up to the house seeing white flashes as i stumbled along,i then realised my father was punching me full force in the face back up to the house.Once he had finished with me i found out later he went back and finished my brother off.we both had numerous cuts and bruises along with a dislocated jaw and a fractured jaw.this was the final straw i left home never to return,and my brother went off the rails and ended up in prison.Now fifteen years later we speak to our father but neither of us respect him.We are both doing well now,my brother has his own buisness,and i am doing a degree in physcology.Did disipline get us where we are today?NO. We did,
disipline should exist but in other forms other than physical,children should recieve weekly treats for good beavour,and them taken away if they misbehave,ground them for a reasonable length of time stop tv,computer games and anything else they love,talk to them,reason with them.show them what wonderfull things there are for them when they are good,so that when they are naughty these things are taken away ,giving them something to think about.let your children grow up without fearing you but loving respecting and trusting you with all there heart,dont punch the love out of their hearts,Life is ugly enough without us making it worse.
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