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<blockquote data-quote="Ironbutterfly" data-source="post: 690872" data-attributes="member: 19951"><p>I was a good kid for the most part. A good Catholic girl. I was a bit mouthy at times, but always because of a principal issue. I mouthed off when I was 12 for a girls sleepover grandma refused to let me go to. I argued I was a good girl, never got into trouble. She said, true, but I don't know these other girls. The answer is no. I was mad.</p><p></p><p>If we pouted, we got smacked. My grandma always told us, no matter how bad you think you have it, someone always has it worse then you. Those are the wisest words ever spoken.</p><p></p><p>I use to stand up for my sister when I thought grandma was being unfair. My sister was the quiet one. When my sister was getting a spanking I told my grandma you can't spank her. Yeah, well, she taught me. I got a spanking too. My grandma put the fear of God into us, literally. We got hit with a plastic fishing pole when we misbehaved. We always addressed adults and Mr or Mrs, we didn't interrupt when they talked, never when they were on the phone. You never asked why when told to do something. You never were given the count of 1, 2 3. One was scary enough.</p><p></p><p>I fought off my grandma's son when I was 16. He came over drunk and demanded my grandpas tools. Grandpa was dying of throat cancer. He couldn't talk. My Uncle had grandma backed into a corner, grandpa was crying cause he couldn't help her. So I did. Boy, after that, I was the black sheep in his family. The cops got called, he tore off drunk in his car and never talked to grandma again or me.</p><p></p><p>We were expected to do chores without pay. We were expected to work at 16 and help pay our way, our expenses. We were taught morals, compassion respect for elders and others above all. I never dreamed of not making curfew. I never lied.</p><p></p><p>I took what I learned and raised my kids pretty similar accept less spanking and hitting for everything. I did take time to explain why they couldn't do something...once. They were allowed to pout without fear of getting hurt. I think this hurt me growing up as I learned to keep so many emotions inside until I exploded. It made me an introvert. I became an extrovert in my 30's due to my job and having to talk tot people face to face and on the phone.</p><p></p><p>I was overly sensitive and had fears of rejection and abandonment result of being placed in orphanage at early age. I over came those fears and feelings later in life. </p><p></p><p>I didn't stand for any foolishness. I was too busy. I was a strict parent and sometimes, looking back wished I would have taken more time to have fun and enjoy my kids. But I had special needs child who took so much of my time and energy when my other two were little and I didn't spend as much time with them at that time, because they were ok. I had to give the time to the one who needed it the most, Difficult Child,</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Ironbutterfly, post: 690872, member: 19951"] I was a good kid for the most part. A good Catholic girl. I was a bit mouthy at times, but always because of a principal issue. I mouthed off when I was 12 for a girls sleepover grandma refused to let me go to. I argued I was a good girl, never got into trouble. She said, true, but I don't know these other girls. The answer is no. I was mad. If we pouted, we got smacked. My grandma always told us, no matter how bad you think you have it, someone always has it worse then you. Those are the wisest words ever spoken. I use to stand up for my sister when I thought grandma was being unfair. My sister was the quiet one. When my sister was getting a spanking I told my grandma you can't spank her. Yeah, well, she taught me. I got a spanking too. My grandma put the fear of God into us, literally. We got hit with a plastic fishing pole when we misbehaved. We always addressed adults and Mr or Mrs, we didn't interrupt when they talked, never when they were on the phone. You never asked why when told to do something. You never were given the count of 1, 2 3. One was scary enough. I fought off my grandma's son when I was 16. He came over drunk and demanded my grandpas tools. Grandpa was dying of throat cancer. He couldn't talk. My Uncle had grandma backed into a corner, grandpa was crying cause he couldn't help her. So I did. Boy, after that, I was the black sheep in his family. The cops got called, he tore off drunk in his car and never talked to grandma again or me. We were expected to do chores without pay. We were expected to work at 16 and help pay our way, our expenses. We were taught morals, compassion respect for elders and others above all. I never dreamed of not making curfew. I never lied. I took what I learned and raised my kids pretty similar accept less spanking and hitting for everything. I did take time to explain why they couldn't do something...once. They were allowed to pout without fear of getting hurt. I think this hurt me growing up as I learned to keep so many emotions inside until I exploded. It made me an introvert. I became an extrovert in my 30's due to my job and having to talk tot people face to face and on the phone. I was overly sensitive and had fears of rejection and abandonment result of being placed in orphanage at early age. I over came those fears and feelings later in life. I didn't stand for any foolishness. I was too busy. I was a strict parent and sometimes, looking back wished I would have taken more time to have fun and enjoy my kids. But I had special needs child who took so much of my time and energy when my other two were little and I didn't spend as much time with them at that time, because they were ok. I had to give the time to the one who needed it the most, Difficult Child, [/QUOTE]
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