Flashback Friday: Discipline

Mocha With Linda hosts a weekly meme called Flashback Friday. She’ll post a question every Thursday, and then Friday we can link our answers up on her site. You can visit her site for more Flashbacks.

The prompt for today is:

Were your parents strict, permissive, or somewhere in-between when you were growing up? Did you tend to be compliant or rebellious? What did you tend to get in trouble for doing? How did your parents discipline/punish you – spankings (and what did they use when spanking), revoking privileges, grounding, time-outs or some other manner? Did both parents handle punishment or did one tend to do it more than the other? (And which one was it?) Is there anything that you have admitted doing since you’ve been an adult that you got away with as a child? Or is there anything you were punished for that you have since learned your parents had to try hard not to laugh while they were meting out your discipline? If you are a parent, what is something you have done or not done (or vowed you would never do) as a result of your growing-up experiences with discipline?

My father could be overly strict and quite harsh, and my mom was a little more permissive when she could be without going against his wishes. Maybe she was trying to make up for him, but I think she was just more that way in personalty anyway. I think that, rather than suffering from mixed signals, her softness kept me from a terribly negative response to my father, and his strictness kept me from giving way to my natural inclinations. I tended to be pretty compliant, both because I was afraid of punishment, but also because I loved my parents and wanted to please them. I tend to be a rule-keeper by nature, though of course I was willful and disobedient sometimes. My only really rebellious phase was around the time just before and after my parents’ divorce — I did some pretty stupid things then and I am so glad the Lord protected me from serious consequences and from continuing down that road.

I don’t recall that they ever used time-outs. I think they did revoke privileges or ground my siblings — or maybe that was after my mother and step-father got together. I don’t recall ever having privileges revoked or being grounded myself. The primary method of disciple was spanking, although yelling and ridicule were natural reactions of my father’s. His discipline was inconsistent and sprang up suddenly like a summer thunderstorm. Both parents believed that any cuddling or hugging after spanking took away the effect of it. My dad primarily did the disciplining with his belt. I don’t remember ever being spanked by my mom though she must have when I was little. My mom and I could talk about the whys of an issue.

You might be surprised that my husband and I spanked our kids as well, but we handled it differently. We believed spanking was Scriptural (still do) but needed to be handled carefully. We saved it for deliberate, willful disobedience and not childish forgetfulness or accidents. We tried never to spank in anger — thus the “Go sit on the bed and think about what you’ve done until I come up” was as much for our benefit as for theirs. We always sat down and talked very calmly with them first, both so that we understood what had happened — sometimes as a parent you can walk in on a situation and think something has happened that hasn’t — and also so that they understood why they were being punished. We brought up any Scriptural principles involved in what they had done. We spanked only on their bottoms, using a hand or wooden spoon, until we sensed a difference in attitude. Then we hugged, told them how much we loved them, and put the matter behind us. We always tried to leave the encounter on good terms with each other.

I didn’t believe the phrase, “This hurts me more than it does you” until I became a parent. But I’ve seen the fruit of lives that have almost no self-restraint, and I wanted them to learn right from wrong and obedience. I’m sure there were times I let things go that should have received punishment, but overall I felt it would be harmful to let them get by with deliberate disobedience and defiance. One thing I liked about spankings was that it dealt with the issue and then got it over with. Being sent to one’s room is not much of a punishment for kids these days, with all they have to entertain themselves there, and groundings, to me, just dragged it all out that much longer and caused more resentment. My kids always resented a simple swat — sometimes I did that when I felt the issue didn’t warrant a full-fledged spanking, but that usually made them angry or hurt their feelings when an actual spanking didn’t.

An older father with a whole brood of very sweet grown kids and grandkids once told me that if you discipline your kids as you should when they’re young, you don’t have to very much as they get older, and I have found that to be true. When obedience and respect is the tone of the home, that spills over into situations outside the home and the pre-teen and teen years. I don’t think we spanked our oldest and youngest past the age of 4-6 or so; the middle one a few years more. Spankings did not occur all that often. Mostly we talked (they may have said lectured 🙂 ) about what was wrong and why and what they needed to do about it. I don’t recall ever using a time-out or grounding. I don’t think we ever even revoked privileges: I threatened to when we had one computer and they all needed to take turns with it. Actually I think I threatened to make a schedule for computer use if they couldn’t find a peaceful way to handle it. And I think a few times if they were fighting over something, I put it away for a while. We did incorporate dealing with natural consequences — if they broke or spilled something, they weren’t punished but they had to help clean it up or fix it, because that’s just life: even if you don’t mean to cause a problem of some kind, if you do, then you need to be willing to correct it. I don’t think we ever used chores as punishment, either — chores were just a natural part of life.

I don’t recall hearing about about my parents laughing over any disciplinary incidents later, but I do remember one time when my family was all together my sisters sharing hilarious stories of things that happened that my mom and step-father never knew about (they were there and laughed, too.)

With my own kids, once my husband was spanking my middle son with a wooden spoon when it broke right in the middle of things. They both started laughing and the spanking was over. Another time we were in the grocery store when my middle son was a pre-schooler, and we saw a package of wooden spoons. He pointed to them and said, “Look, Mommy, spanking spoons!” They must not have traumatized him too much!

Proverbs 29:17 says, “Correct thy son, and he shall give thee rest; yea, he shall give delight unto thy soul.” I see so many parent-child relationships which are not restful at all, with a constant struggle between parent and child. I know some personalities are harder to discipline: I recommend James Dobson’s Strong-Willed Child.

I mentioned before believing that spanking was Scriptural and I wanted to expand on that a bit. Proverbs 13:24 says, “He that spareth his rod hateth his son: but he that loveth him chasteneth him betimes.” It takes effort and carefulness and thoughtfulness to discipline in a right way, but it’s not love to let a child get away with everything, or to make excuses for him, or to constantly nag him. The NIV version of Proverbs 23:13-14 say, “Do not withhold discipline from a child; if you punish them with the rod, they will not die. Punish them with the rod and save them from death..” The KJV uses the word “beat,” but it doesn’t mean it like we think of that word today: it’s not advocating abuse or the parent being out of control. Proverbs 19:18 says, “Chasten thy son while there is hope, and let not thy soul spare for his crying.”

Many passages compare God’s chastening of His children with a father’s loving discipline of his son. Here’s one from Hebrews 12:

5And ye have forgotten the exhortation which speaketh unto you as unto children, My son, despise not thou the chastening of the Lord, nor faint when thou art rebuked of him:

6For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom he receiveth.

7If ye endure chastening, God dealeth with you as with sons; for what son is he whom the father chasteneth not?

8But if ye be without chastisement, whereof all are partakers, then are ye bastards, and not sons.

9Furthermore we have had fathers of our flesh which corrected us, and we gave them reverence: shall we not much rather be in subjection unto the Father of spirits, and live?

10For they verily for a few days chastened us after their own pleasure; but he for our profit, that we might be partakers of his holiness.

11Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous: nevertheless afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby.

I wanted to emphasize that last verse: “Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous: nevertheless afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby.” That’s the goal.

Book Review: Snow Day

I picked up Snow Day by Billy Coffey because a couple of blog friends highly recommended it, plus the title conjures up joy for this Southern girl — we only get snow days once or twice a year, and the phrase promises a fun day off. It’s basically the story of Peter Boyd, whose job at the factory is under a dark cloud of possible layoffs, his encounters during a snow day off from work, and lessons learned from various other characters.

Billy has a humorous yet warm, thoughtful, laid back style that I first encountered when someone shared a link to Billy Coffey versus the grocery store a few months back. The story was good, easily readable, the characters were genuine and likable, the lessons were valuable. All in all it was a good read.

The only slight shadow over it for me was that it was billed as a novel, and usually in a novel the story is the main factor and any lessons learned are handled with a little more subtlety, not quite so moral-of-the-story-ish. This is more like a series of several objects lessons set within the framework of a snow day. And that’s fine, there is nothing wrong with that at all — it was more a matter of adjusting my mentality when I was waiting at first for the story part to pick up and take off.

I poked around Billy’s blog a bit yesterday and saw a post which I can’t figure out how to get back to now in which he usually asked his children what they learned that day, and one day one of them asked him that question. Thus the title of his blog is What I Learned Today. It’s good to have that mentality with the encounters in life rather than just letting them float by without thought.

I’ve been debating with myself whether to mention my one area of disagreement with the book, having to do with Santa Clause. 🙂 I don’t want to start a Santa Clause debate. We haven’t incorporated Santa except as a storybook character, and my kids haven’t suffered any detriment to their enjoyment of Christmas or the development of their imaginations. We respect other Christian families’ rights to incorporate Santa if they want to and can in good conscience, and only want the same grace in return. I thought Billy’s logic was a little faulty when Peter encountered a Christian family who felt strongly against Santa and then he went on a few pages later to talk about people who want to explain away the supernatural and say that Christ was just a moral teacher. Obviously the family Peter encountered were not trying to explain away everything supernatural, and it doesn’t follow that if you believe in Jesus you’ll also believe in Santa. He goes on to say that Santa was like “God 101 for a small child.” That’s exactly why some people don’t like Santa. Children are capable of belief in God without also believing in Santa and the Easter Bunny and tooth fairy.

Again, I don’t want to get into a Santa debate, and everyone is free to handle him however they wish. I just wanted to mention the issue because I didn’t want to recommend a book that had an area I disagreed with without qualifying it.

And I do recommend this book. If you like Andy Griffith, Paul Harvey, and that kind of homey story and gentle wisdom, you’ll like Snow Day.

(This review will be linked to Semicolon‘s Saturday review of books.)

Wednesday Hodgepodge

When Linda at 2nd Cup of Coffee had to put aside her Wednesday Random Dozen posts, Joyce From This Side of the Pond took up the mantle for all the random fans, shortened the number of questions (which I appreciated — the dozen was a bit too much some days), and renamed it Wednesday Hodgepodge. I hadn’t started in with it — I didn’t want the blog to be too meme-y and I already participated in a few others. But today’s questions “grabbed” me, so I thought I’d chime in.

1. What three words would you use to describe 2010?

There’s really only one word that comes to mind, and that’s change. We experienced a lot of it this year with every person in our family moving, my oldest moving away from home for the first time, new school, house, neighbors, church, etc. I suppose a second word would be faithfulness — God’s in sustaining us and remaining unchanging though everything else changed.

2. If fear were not an issue what is something you’d like to try?

Not sure how to answer this one. Some of the things I wish I could do are hindered primarily by things other than fear, though fear is a related factor.

3. What do you add to your coffee or tea?

Just powdered, plain Coffeemate — I don’t like liquid or flavored creamers. No sugar. Tea: nothing. I don’t like hot tea but love plain decaf unsweetened iced tea.

4. What historical sporting event would you like to witness?

One of Eric Liddell‘s races: either the one where he fell and got up to finish the race and win before collapsing, or the race he won in the 1924 Olympics in an event he was not trained for because he refused to run on Sunday, when his regular event was scheduled.

5. What is one piece of advice you would like to give your sixteen year old self?

I actually wrote a whole post about that as an exercise several bloggers did a few years ago. That was probably the lowest point of my life, and it was a blessing to review how God worked from that time to the present. One piece of advice from that post: “If I could encourage you in only one thing, it would be to always do that, always cling to God and His Word, to anchor your soul there when the waves of life come crashing over you.”

6. Are you a planner or do you prefer to fly by the seat of your pants?

It actually depends on what I’m doing. With a project, event, big meal, company, trip, etc., I like to plan. With everyday shopping and housework, I tend to float more than plan. I should plan them better — I just hate to spend the time on it though I know it would save me time in the long run. I do make a shopping list and have a few meals ideas in mind but don’t really plan it all out like I should.

7. What is one thing you are looking forward to in 2011?

Getting more settled at church. Though we like it, it takes a while for it to feel like “home” after being in our previous church for twelve years. It will come — people are very welcoming — but it just takes time to feel like you belong vs. feeling like a visitor or “the new guy.”

8. Insert your own random thought here.

This is one of the most beautiful piece of music ever written, and for some reason I’ve listened to it multiple times this morning.

Packing up Christmas

Even though I am kind of glad to get the house back in order and get back to routine, it always makes me a little sad when Christmas is over and the decorations are put away, not just in my home, but in the community. The special lights are taken down, the cheery decorations are removed, the whole air of festivity is gone, and everything is just…ordinary again. And not just ordinary, but dreary, drab, colorless winter for a few more months.

I was thinking this morning of the shepherds to whom the thrilling, stunning announcement of the Savior’s birth was revealed. What excitement! Bright lights, wonderful news, angels, a quick trip to Bethlehem, awe and wonder at the sight of the Christ child, the long-awaited Messiah. And then…it was back to the sheep and ordinary life. Dark nights, lonely days, smelly work, in all kinds of weather. And yet…they didn’t return quite the same. “And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child. And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told unto them” (Luke 2:17,20). I wonder how often they talked of that night, that promise. I wonder how many of them were still alive when word began to spread of a prophet and teacher doing miracles and saying the most incredible things. I wonder if any of them realized it was Him, the same baby they had seen thirty years before. I wonder if any of them saw Him die, or heard about it, and were mystified, and then astounded and joyful at the news of His resurrection. I like to think they continued “glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen” even in the midst of “ordinary” life.

And Mary. After the whirlwind of remarkable events — a visit from an angel, remarkable news, an unplanned pregnancy (unplanned originally by her, at least), almost losing her betrothed husband, an uncomfortable trip to Bethlehem and a birth in a stable, strange visitors —  shepherds, and later, magi, then another couple of visits of angels to her husband, a flight into Egypt to protect her newborn Son, and finally, after all of that…back to the ordinary life of a wife and mother, everyday housework and cares, at least six more children. What must it have been like to raise one child who never sinned? Did she have to deal with sibling rivalry against Him of the other six who did? How many things did Jesus say that she did not understand? We don’t hear from much from her in the rest of the New Testament: there was the incident when Jesus was twelve, the wedding at Cana where she asked Jesus to help the host who ran out of wine, and where, incidentally, her last recorded words in Scripture are “Whatsoever he saith unto you, do it” (John 2:5), a time when she tried to see Him but couldn’t get to Him, watching her Son die on the cross and arrange for her care as one of His last acts (Joseph must have passed away by then). And then in Acts we see her “continuing with one accord in prayer and supplication” with the disciples, women and Jesus’ brethren. Perhaps those quiet years from Jesus’ birth until He began His public ministry were the only ones anywhere near ordinary. We’re told just after the shepherds’ visit that “Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart” (Luke 2:19). You can tell from what words of hers which we do know of that she was a thoughtful, faithful woman who loved God. From the birth of her Son for the next thirty years, she did not quite know how the promises concerning Him would be worked out, but she faithfully served and cared for Him, pondering all the while the things she had been told.

As we pack up and put away Christmas, may we keep the wonder, the love, peace, and joy, the pondering, the telling, the waiting in hope. May His light fill our ordinary days.

The Week In Words

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Welcome to The Week In Words, where we share quotes from the last week’s reading. If something you read this past week  inspired you, caused you to laugh, cry, think, dream, or just resonated with you in some way, please share it with us, attributing it to its source, which can be a book, newspaper, blog, Facebook — anything that you read. More information is here.

Here are a few that caught my eye:

I saw this at Bobbi‘s in a longer fictitious poem about what Joseph’s (Mary’s husband) point of view might have been at one point in his life. From what I could tell it is by John Piper from the Desiring God site.

There’s something worse than death,
And loss of faith, not loss of breath,
Is what he fights.

Seen at Challies:

I have taken my good deeds and bad deeds and thrown them together in a heap, and fled from them both to Christ, and in him I have peace. —David Dickson

I have trouble with the right perspective of both, and I am glad that my peace is in Christ and not my deeds.

This is the time of year when people make goals or resolutions. The following two might help with that. The first I saw at Simple Mom from a link at A Holy Experience:

“A goal without a plan is just a dream.” ~ Dave Ramsey

And I saw this at Semicolon’s from (From Donna at Quiet Life — I don’t know whether Donna is the one who originally said it or of she quoted someone else.

“A discipline won’t bring you closer to God. Only God can bring you closer to Himself. What the discipline is meant to do is to help you get yourself, your ego, out of the way so you are open to His grace.”

So true. Sometimes we can get so caught up in setting up our disciplines as if so doing will make us right with God, when the disciple is a tool, not an end in itself.

I saw this at nikkipolani’s Friday’s Fave Five:

The bend in the road is not the end of the road unless you fail to make the turn.”

That just really resonated with me with all the changes we’ve faced this year.

Lisa Notes recently shared a link to “Amazing Blogging Lessons From Albert Einstein.” This jumped out at me — Einstein’s words in quotes, the writer’s words following:

“Strive not to be a success, but rather to be of value.” Don’t waste your time trying to create a successful blog, dedicate your time creating a valuable blog. If your blog is valuable to others, it will succeed.

And finally, a good hope for the new year, from a friend’s Facebook:

“What heavens are laid up in Jesus! What rivers of infinite bliss have their source, ay, and every drop of their fullness in Him! Since, O sweet Lord Jesus, Thou art the present portion of Thy people, favor us this year with such a sense of Thy preciousness, that from its first to its last day we may be glad and rejoice in Thee.” -Spurgeon (Morning and Evening)

If you’ve read anything that particularly spoke to you that you’d like to share, please either list it in the comments below or write a post on your blog and then put the link to that post (not your general blog link) in Mr. Linky below. I do ask that only family-friendly quotes be included. I hope you’ll visit some of the other participants as well and glean some great thoughts to ponder.

And please — feel free to comment even if you don’t have quotes to share!

Lucy Maud Montgomery Reading Challenge

L. M. Montgomery Reading Challenge Carrie at Reading to Know is sponsoring a third annual Lucy Maud Montgomery Reading Challenge. The idea is to read anything of Montgomery’s and/or watch any program based on one of her works sometime between now and when the challenge ends Jan. 28. Carrie has a post up today where we can log our intentions and will have a post up Jan. 28 to wrap it up, and of course we can share on our own blogs our thoughts about our reading and watching along the way. And she’s also sprinkling a few prizes throughout the month!

I read through all six Anne books as well as Rainbow Valley and Rilla of Ingleside and a couple of collections of her short stories just after the Anne of Green Gables movie first came out. I had never heard of Anne or LMM before and was enthralled! I think I have reread them at least once since then and wanted to revisit them again, and doing so with other people increases the enjoyment. Last year I reread Anne of Green Gables for this challenge, and this year I am going to be very open-ended and just plan to read the next ones in the series until the month is over. I’d like to at least read Anne of Avonlea and Anne of the Island, but I don’t want to plan much beyond that in case I decide I want to read something else this month as well. Eventually, some year, after I work through these first eight books again I want to go on and explore some of LMM’s other books. I also rediscovered on my shelf Looking for Anne of Green Gables: The Story of L. M. Montgomery and Her Literary Classic, a biography of LMM. I haven’t read it yet and can’t deicde whether to try to this month or wait til I’ve read all six Anne books.

So, those are my plans. I look forward to a cozy visit with these old friends, perfect for cold winter days.

So High the Price

One of my Christmas gifts that I’ve been nearly wearing out already is a CD by the Steve Pettit Evangelistic Team titled So High the Price. I know some of you aren’t familiar with the Pettits, but some of you are. They find songs that have such depth in the words paired with wonderful melodies that bring out the message of the song, and the singing and orchestration just all meld together into music that almost always touches my heart and draws me into worship of God. The title song was new to me but the words engaged me on the first hearing. I was all prepared to tell you that since it is fairly new, there wasn’t a full version of the song online, just a snippet, but I was delighted to find the a video of the Pettit Team singing this song on YouTube. May you be blessed by it as much as I was and continue to be.

So High the Price

Lord of Glory, reigning in His Majesty,
Ruling long before the worlds formed.
Yet when darkness claimed His own,
He stepped from Heaven’s throne
To bear a cross, and wear a crown of thorns.

So high the price He paid, the nails the cross, the grave.
Such pardon He bestowed, such grace He showed.
No greater sacrifice, He gave His very life.
So deep His love, so high the Price.

Son of God so willingly He took our place,
Clothed in robes of frail humanity.
Fragile flesh and blood, priceless crimson blood
Offered up for sin at Calvary.

Buried, like a beggar in a borrowed tomb,
Everything for nothing, so it seemed.
But death could never stand
Against the nail-scarred hands,
And power of Heaven’s resurrected King!

So high the price He paid, the nails, the cross, the grave,
Such pardon He bestowed, such grace He showed.
No greater sacrifice, He gave His very life.
So deep the love, so high the price.
So deep the love, so high the price.

Words and music by Deborah Cruise Bailey and Marty Funderburk

Happy New Year!

(Graphic courtesy of the Graphics Fairy)

I launch my bark on the unknown waters of this year,
with Thee, O Father as my harbour,
Thee, O Son, at my helm,
Thee O Holy Spirit, filling my sails.

From The Valley of Vision

Hoping for you all a wonderful 2011 with a knowledge of God’s love for you and a resting on Him for whatever He has in store.

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