Don't worry, folks, this is a safe place.No child protective services will hunt you down. Tell me, how did/do you discipline your kids? What worked, what didn't, any memories stick out?
Or they are repulsed by their abusive father and vow never to lay a hand on their significant other(s) or kid(s). Typing for a friend.Kids will mimic, often unconsciously, how their parents act and behave far more often than what they are told to do. Modeling is paramount.
Generally I like vids with a little bit of action rather than just a static pic of the album cover. Didn’t look that closely at the vid, and probly couldn't of recognized Frampton if I had.A song Framptonless, with pics of Frampton
I thought I favored your mother's approach until you explained the monster in the closet. It sounds like you were lucky to have two excellent parents who creatively figured out appropriate methods to raise good kids.I don't have kids, but my parents had a very interesting method depending on which one was in charge of it.
My Mother would assign you a VERY boring task and sit there with you giving a lecture on what you did wrong. Her favorite method was canning green beans. Sitting there cutting the stem ends off and then dicing into thirds for hours on end was something Dante would have been proud to witness. Then, in winter, while being served those same green beans, she would bring up what stupid thing you did just to drive it home once more.
My Father had a different method (2 of them actually). When we were teens, if one son screwed up, he would take another one on a long drive. During that drive, he would go to great lengths explaining how stupid son number 1 was for what he did. He never confronted the one that actually did wrong, he would address it with the other son instead. It was then up to the one to translate the lecture to the one that the lecture was about in the first place. I think he did that simply as a way to control his anger since my father was a gorilla that could press 500 lbs. and was on heavy steroids for a medical condition...ie quick to rage.
Now, when we were still kids, Dad had a different method. If we screwed up, he would tell us that he would be placing a monster in our closet for a week. Then he would hide in the closet and make noise until we finally fell asleep hiding beneath the covers. It sounds so stupid, but for about 14 years, it really worked because we were petrified of that monster and would very rarely risk making such bad decisions again.
A wise man once said: A youth learns more from a good scare, then a good lecture.