Scotland is to set an example to the rest of the UK by outlawing parents' freedom to chastise their children with either a slap or smack!
First to go, of course, was the use of the strap - or tawse - in schools, during the 1980s. Now this:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-scotlan...itics-41678797 ...
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I had the tawse across my face once, that teacher was a sadistic old b**ch, she was Scottish.My parents never smacked or slapped me, they punched, kicked, and stamped on me instead, or hit me with a broom handle or belt or whatever came to hand, it would be classed as child abuse nowadays, back then it was accepted
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Times have changed for many, but I am sure there are ones who still think a kick and a belt is ok.Originally Posted by Tawi2
I had the tawse across my face once,that teacher was a sadistic old b**ch, she was Scottish.
Scotland is set an example to the rest of the UK by outlawing parents' freedom to chastise their children with either a slap or smack!
First to go, of course, was the use of the strap - or tawse - in schools, during the 1980s. Now this:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-scotlan...itics-41678797 ...... bunch of disobedient, mollycoddled weans will be the end result!
No, smacking solves nothing. I might be in the minority but physically punishing a child truly isn't the solution if you try your best to be a good parent. I was beaten properly, not a light tap but beaten. It solved nothing with me. I wasn't a bad kid, but I did have bad parents who took their moods out on me and never once said they loved me. My father died last December, I hadn't seen him since I was 16 and didn't even bother to go to the funeral.My own child I tell him I love him every single day of the week, he knows I am always there to back him up, and the once I shouted at him as a child through my own temper I still think about, and that was only shouting not hitting.
He doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, is very respectful, he isn't disobedient nor mollycoddled, he is a tough guy, sky-dived swam with sharks and suchlike. It's been a long uphill battle as his mum died in 2002, but she would be proud of how he has turned out.
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Och...a few good hidings at childhood are a walk in the park compared to the trials and tribulations of adulthood. What's all the fuss about? Holy moly!
Anyway, the older generations who had discipline instilled into them are by far the better individuals than the youth of today. Aye, let's carry on with the naughty step routine. I'm sure that'll make the world a better place and every child will turn into a respectful decent human being and we'll all live happily ever after.
I was only smacked 3 times as a child but looking back I deserved it. There's is a huge difference between a beating and a smack though. I think there are times when it is appropriate.
Clearly, by your own admission [above] - and from what you've told us in the past - your childhood wasn't the happiest.No, smacking solves nothing. I might be in the minority but physically punishing a child truly isn't the solution if you try your best to be a good parent. I was beaten properly, not a light tap but beaten. It solved nothing with me. I wasn't a bad kid, but I did have bad parents who took their moods out on me and never once said they loved me. My father died last December, I hadn't seen him since I was 16 and didn't even bother to go to the funeral.... but there's a world of difference between being soundly thrashed/beaten
and receiving a "good hard spank" on the bare legs or "skelped bum"
from one's parents for unruly behaviour!
I'd much rather give my kids a sharp slap on the back of the leg rather than the phycological abuse of making them stand in a corner, or sit on the naughty step.
Just a thought but if wee Jimmy Cranky (Nicola Sturgeon) thinks that smacking a child is classed as assault then following the same train of thought, is hugging your child classed as incest
I agree entirely, never did me any harm (only happened a couple of times that I can remember) loved my dad (step father) a real local gentleman respected by all.Och...a few good hidings at childhood are a walk in the park compared to the trials and tribulations of adulthood. What's all the fuss about? Holy moly!
Anyway, the older generations who had discipline instilled into them are by far the better individuals than the youth of today. Aye, let's carry on with the naughty step routine. I'm sure that'll make the world a better place and every child will turn into a respectful decent human being and we'll all live happily ever after.
Me too. It wasn't pleasant and I may have grizzled and sulked but by the next day it was all forgotten. A balance of discipline and love, along with fairness and mentoring is the recipe IMO.
I actually think it depends upon the child, and the rapport and relationship they and the parent have built up together. I think I must be doing something right, my boy wants to help people, those less fortunate than himself and is currently studying to be a doctor
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
A rapport is wholly advantangeous but some relationships between parents and kids have this big chasm between them which isn't healthy.I actually think it depends upon the child, and the rapport and relationship they and the parent have built up together. I think I must be doing something right, my boy wants to help people, those less fortunate than himself and is currently studying to be a doctor
Yup, some of my friends aren't on the same level or wavelength as their children.
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Not any longer. I split up with them all.
Split with your children? Surely their mother but not with your children????
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
I was referring to my ex's as childrenSplit with your children?Surely their mother but not with your children????
I guessed you were referring to childish women. I baited the question for you
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
I guessed you were referring to childish women. I baited the question for you
To answer your original question - no I don't have kids. My long term ex couldn't have them unfortunately.
You must be loaded
I don't have kids
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Nothing compared to all you rich folk on here.You must be loaded
Surely you jest good sirNothing compared to all you rich folk on here.
I pay everything for my kids uni, I mean everything, no loans to pay back when he graduates
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
I'm not struggling put it that way. I could be loaded in the future though!Surely you jest good sir
I am,lend us a tenner
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Cheeky bleeder. If a month in Canada and an activity holiday somewhere hot weeks later isn't enough! Then you have the gall to strut around Harrods. Ask your mates at the Aston Martin garage for a sub.I am, lend us a tenner
He doesn't do subs mate but he might have a boatAsk your mates at the Aston Martin garage for a sub.
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
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