Tantruming Children..has it ever been yours?

[DisneyDebNJ]

Oh he's still around - even suffered through menopause/PMS days with the 2 of us.

LMAO! Ohhhhh the power Moms have LOL!!!!!

 

[Californian Elitist]

I could only imagine what it's like working for LAUSD...

Your mother is a hero, not for being a teacher alone, but for putting up with all of the other things that come with it! <grin>

Years ago, at a different school from the one she works at now, one of the students punched my mom, straight in the stomach. She went to the principle's office and quit. They begged her to stay and she told them in order to stay, she would have to get permission from the child's parent to discipline her. They called the little girl's mom and after she beat the crap out of her, she let my mom do the same. My mom decided to stay after all haha.

I know I couldn't work for any school district. I would lose my mind, especially in this day and age. I'd probably get fired after just a few years, I don't have the patience for nonsense.

 

[DisneyDebNJ]

The belt. Oh the memories.

My friends were always threatened with "a wooden spoon" - sissies! My parents went straight for "the belt".
I never actually got the belt, but two of my brothers did.

And we NEVER threw public tantrums. There were four of us, and not a lot of money. When we went out, we were on our best behaviour for three reasons. 1) Going out was a rare treat. 2) My parents would not hesitate to have everything packed up, and hustle us straight to the car. And 3) The belt (or threat therof, in my case).

Not to start a corporal punishment debate here, but my mom used to slap me upside the arm all the time. My brothers got the belt once or twice ... and we all turned out fine. Happy, healthy, respectful, and full of love for our parents. They both passed away in the past few years (each at the ripe old age of 62), and my brothers and I reminisce often about what great childhoods we had and how much we miss them.

I never threw temper tantrums, but even if I got too antsy, I was asked if I needed to go to the ladies room, which meant one thing... (and not a talking to) I never, in my life, asked my mother, *why*, never said *in a minute* or said *no, I don't want to*. I'm still here, aren't I!?!?! Very wise Deb.... VERY wise LOL

 

[englanddg]

My mom would slap me across my arm as well! Or pinch me. The only other thing my mom hit us with, besides a belt, was a comb, but that was only when she couldn't find a belt (she always had a comb in her purse, and still does to this day). My mom and her siblings always told us stories about my grandma making them go out to the tree in front of the house and picking twigs out so she could braid them up and hit them with those. Switches, they called them. I'll take a belt over a switch.

Switches...ok, two quick stories.

One is very quick, my grandmother on my mom's side would make us pick our switches as well...and I have a few memories of how to choose (NEVER the green ones!)...

Second one...

In Germany there is a day in early December called St. Nicholas Day. This is separate from Christmas, though it's related to the season.

You would leave your shoe outside the door on Dec. 5 before you went to bed and Sankt Nikolaus would visit in the night and check on if you've been a good boy or girl the previous year (starting to sound familiar?). If you had, then you'd be left a shoefull of treats and candies. If not, you'd be left a rute (switch). If you were "ok", then you'd get a rute with treats tied to it.

Every year I got a rute with candy, but I remember the first year it happened I was petrified. I thought I'd been a good boy! I was in tears, as my parents joked that I could enjoy my treats, but only after I had been switched (as is the tradition).

I asked if I could go "prepare", and I went off to the bedrooms. I grabbed one of my dad's belts and one of my pillows and strapped the pillow onto my bum.

I came back out and said I was ready for my punishment. My parents died laughing (though, being 6 or so, I didn't understand why!)

Needless to say, I didn't get switched. But, it's a funny memory.

 

[DisneyDebNJ]

I have often said - and I stand by my statement - that the Disney parks are too good for kids. At least today's kids. They have too much entertainment at their fingertips. They are too indulged. I see flocks of them at WDW looking bored and playing with their iPhones and Fireflys and iPads. God forbid their weak parents deprived them of these vital devices even at the best theme parks in the world. Yeesh. So glad I'm single.

I wouldn't say Disney is too good for them? However, alot of us as parents want to go to Disney as much as the kids. I too, have seen kids in the parks playing on some device or another. Let me say, that is one thing I would NEVER allow my son to do, or for that matter, my husband. Not even talking to friends here back in Jersey. They aren't paying for the vacation WE are. One year, my son was 15 or 16, and he was just a bear. I politely picked up the phone, for a babysitting service... my son completely freaked out. I told him, if he was going to act like a baby, I'd get him a babysitter, I was headed to the parks. Problem.... problem solved. He NEVER gave me a hard time at Disney again.

 

[ratherbeinwdw]

The belt. Oh the memories.

My friends were always threatened with "a wooden spoon" - sissies! My parents went straight for "the belt".
I never actually got the belt, but two of my brothers did.

And we NEVER threw public tantrums. There were four of us, and not a lot of money. When we went out, we were on our best behaviour for three reasons. 1) Going out was a rare treat. 2) My parents would not hesitate to have everything packed up, and hustle us straight to the car. And 3) The belt (or threat therof, in my case).

Not to start a corporal punishment debate here, but my mom used to slap me upside the arm all the time. My brothers got the belt once or twice ... and we all turned out fine. Happy, healthy, respectful, and full of love for our parents. They both passed away in the past few years (each at the ripe old age of 62), and my brothers and I reminisce often about what great childhoods we had and how much we miss them.

I hope you were kidding about 62 being a ripe old age. There's nothing old about 62. It's very sad they both died so young.

 

[JenniferS]

I hope you were kidding about 62 being a ripe old age. There's nothing old about 62. It's very sad they both died so young.

My dad was a young, healthy (until the cancer) 62. My mom, on the other hand, aged 20 years in the 18 months following his death. Apparently you CAN die of a broken heart.

On a lighter note - it was just my dad and I in the hospital room when the doctor gave us the bad news. The four hardest words to hear - "I'm sorry. It's cancer".
And my dad's response - "I've had a great life. If this is all I get, it's been enough".

Some people can live to be a hundred and not live as much as my dad did. So, I guess, in some cases, 62 can be a "ripe old age". It just depends how much you live. And love.

I watched The Bucket List yesterday. Can you tell?

 

[IWantMyMagicBand]

Yep, been there and got the tshirt! I made the mistake of thinking the kids were fine on our first day in USA. The plan was to stay in the parks until about 5 as it was our first day and we were in a time difference of 5 hours. About midday my 3 year old start melting down spectacularly. Tiredness that I honestly didn't see coming. He could go for hours and hours at themeparks at home and at Disneyland Paris. We left the park, much to the disappointment of my other two kids (it's so hard "punishing" the siblings to address the other).
We then scheduled naps into everyday, and even though they will be 2 years older when we go back, we are not venturing into parks for 3 days to acclimatise. We have added 4 days to our holiday to compensate.
I've said before how I use the 1,2,3 and out rule when in themeparks and the offender sits out the next ride/show. Usually my middle child. My eldest shuts down after 1 and just goes moody yet is compliant. My youngest has just turned 3 and I am just starting the firmer approach with him.
Sometimes meltdowns are unavoidable, all three of them have completely different personalities and I can't please all of them all of the time lol

 

[Nemo14]

My dad was a young, healthy (until the cancer) 62. My mom, on the other hand, aged 20 years in the 18 months following his death. Apparently you CAN die of a broken heart.

On a lighter note - it was just my dad and I in the hospital room when the doctor gave us the bad news. The four hardest words to hear - "I'm sorry. It's cancer".
And my dad's response - "I've had a great life. If this is all I get, it's been enough".

Some people can live to be a hundred and not live as much as my dad did. So, I guess, in some cases, 62 can be a "ripe old age". It just depends how much you live. And love.

I watched The Bucket List yesterday. Can you tell?

((hug))

 

[Californian Elitist]

Switches...ok, two quick stories.

One is very quick, my grandmother on my mom's side would make us pick our switches as well...and I have a few memories of how to choose (NEVER the green ones!)...

Second one...

In Germany there is a day in early December called St. Nicholas Day. This is separate from Christmas, though it's related to the season.

You would leave your shoe outside the door on Dec. 5 before you went to bed and Sankt Nikolaus would visit in the night and check on if you've been a good boy or girl the previous year (starting to sound familiar?). If you had, then you'd be left a shoefull of treats and candies. If not, you'd be left a rute (switch). If you were "ok", then you'd get a rute with treats tied to it.

Every year I got a rute with candy, but I remember the first year it happened I was petrified. I thought I'd been a good boy! I was in tears, as my parents joked that I could enjoy my treats, but only after I had been switched (as is the tradition).

I asked if I could go "prepare", and I went off to the bedrooms. I grabbed one of my dad's belts and one of my pillows and strapped the pillow onto my bum.

I came back out and said I was ready for my punishment. My parents died laughing (though, being 6 or so, I didn't understand why!)

Needless to say, I didn't get switched. But, it's a funny memory.

What a funny story!!!! You poor thing, though! A candy and a switch.... That is hilarious. I would have pulled the pillow thing as well hahaha!

 

[englanddg]

What a funny story!!!! You poor thing, though! A candy and a switch.... That is hilarious. I would have pulled the pillow thing as well hahaha!

This was the same year that my parents gave me a Rubiks Cube for Christmas, briefly explained the rules that all sides had to have solid colors, and said that if I solved it I could get Optimus Prime (my first Transformer)...

I desperately wanted Optimus Prime!

Every night progress would be made, and a few nights later it was completely solved.

My parents thought I was a genius (I'm sure). Not so much. I'll explain...

So, they confronted me with the solved Cube the next day, and asked how I had solved it. Not realizing that I was tipping my hand (I tried to be an honest boy...honest!), I showed them.

I peeled one of the stickers off and put it on my cheek (for safe keeping). Then carefully peeled one of the other stickers off and put it on my other cheek (for safe keeping). Then I swapped the two stickers.

See, that puzzle isn't so hard after all!

I don't think they make them with stickers anymore...and I didn't really think of it as cheating.

Call it my own Kobiashi Maru, and I was Kirk. But, I did get Optimus!

 

[Pocahontas]

I have two kids. My daughter is 6 and my son is 4. They are usually very well behaved, and the same goes for Disney. They might whine or complain sometimes, but never scream, kick, cry, et cetera. If they are hungry or tired, I calmly compromise with them and say, "We'll go get a snack after we ride Splash Mountain" or something like that. That makes them feel better. I'm thankful for that because I see children throwing tantrums and I feel bad for the mother. I would not want to be in her position.

 

[Nemo14]

This was the same year that my parents gave me a Rubiks Cube for Christmas, briefly explained the rules that all sides had to have solid colors, and said that if I solved it I could get Optimus Prime (my first Transformer)...

I desperately wanted Optimus Prime!

Every night progress would be made, and a few nights later it was completely solved.

My parents thought I was a genius (I'm sure). Not so much. I'll explain...

So, they confronted me with the solved Cube the next day, and asked how I had solved it. Not realizing that I was tipping my hat (I tried to be an honest boy...honest!), I showed them.

I peeled one of the stickers off and put it on my cheek (for safe keeping). Then carefully peeled one of the other stickers off and put it on my other cheek (for safe keeping). Then I swapped the two stickers.

See, that puzzle isn't so hard after all!

I don't think they make them with stickers anymore...

How many nights did it take you to swap stickers?

 

[englanddg]

How many nights did it take you to swap stickers?

I don't recall exactly...maybe a week? They used industrial adhesive (not something I would have known then, I just thought they were hard to take off), so I had to do it very carefully and slowly and made sure I didn't wrinkle them when taking them off or putting them back on.

Once the initial bond was broken though, they were easier to move around.

 

[jkl2000]

Only a little related but recently the dad of one of DS4's friends was having some trouble with his 4yr old girl. He said "When are you going to start listening to me?" Her answer: "Soon."

 

[englanddg]

Only a little related but recently the dad of one of DS4's friends was having some trouble with his 4yr old girl. He said "When are you going to start listening to me?" Her answer: "Soon."

That...would not have gone over well with my Mom.

 

[Pocahontas]

Only a little related but recently the dad of one of DS4's friends was having some trouble with his 4yr old girl. He said "When are you going to start listening to me?" Her answer: "Soon."

Soon? Good answer.

 

[Californian Elitist]

This was the same year that my parents gave me a Rubiks Cube for Christmas, briefly explained the rules that all sides had to have solid colors, and said that if I solved it I could get Optimus Prime (my first Transformer)...

I desperately wanted Optimus Prime!

Every night progress would be made, and a few nights later it was completely solved.

My parents thought I was a genius (I'm sure). Not so much. I'll explain...

So, they confronted me with the solved Cube the next day, and asked how I had solved it. Not realizing that I was tipping my hand (I tried to be an honest boy...honest!), I showed them.

I peeled one of the stickers off and put it on my cheek (for safe keeping). Then carefully peeled one of the other stickers off and put it on my other cheek (for safe keeping). Then I swapped the two stickers.

See, that puzzle isn't so hard after all!

I don't think they make them with stickers anymore...and I didn't really think of it as cheating.

Call it my own Kobiashi Maru, and I was Kirk. But, I did get Optimus!

What a clever little boy you were.

 

[Nemo14]

Soon? Good answer.

*gives you "the look"*

 

[englanddg]

What a clever little boy you were.

Only when I wasn't being a stupid one. <grin>