Drug Problem

[kiddo]

The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and he asked me a rhetorical question, ''Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?'' I replied: I had a drug problem when I was young: I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather. I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me. I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profane four-letter word. I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and cockleburs out of dad's fields. I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some firewood; and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.

Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place.


From an Operation Mom mailing list.

 

[jjenk02]

Yep, I remember those days well. I spent a lot of time in that woodshed[]

 

[pastorbill1952]

Thank goodness we had electric heat (no woodshed). But sure did know what a leather strop was. We were drug to church, but of course, nothing else was open. I don't have an answer, wished I did.
Maybe if I would invest myself into one child, I could make a difference in that one child. Just a thought.

 

[Tanner]

Mom used whatever was in her reach, belt, hanger, potato masher (not kidding), hot stove, etc., etc., etc. Church, Bible Camp, Boy Scouts and sports, in that order were a must. I never laid a hand on my kids. Never had to, they are real good kids. I always sit down with them and let them know if I'm disappointed and my expectations along with what they need to do to get in alignment with those expectations. I've spent a lot of time with my son, who is now 22, working out with weights, playing baseball, football, hunting, even paint ball, just everything. My dad was never around, my mom had to let us have it. My two brothers and two sisters and I were always fighting and breaking something. The other day my son told me that I had done a good job in raising him and teaching the difference between right and wrong, as he see's what is going on around him. I think more parental involvement in the kid's lives is needed in today’s world.

Thanks for the above post Kiddo.

 

[Geo in Winnipeg]

"parental involvement in the kid's lives"
I think the lack of this is one of the major problems.

 

[mdburn_em]

I think George has half the answer. The other half is something we can't discuss here. It usually turns pretty ugly and is banned on the site. It's interesting to me that the more we remove this topic from the collective public life, the more problems of this type we have.

 

[kiddo]

Originally posted by mdburn_em
<br />I think George has half the answer. The other half is something we can't discuss here. It usually turns pretty ugly and is banned on the site. It's interesting to me that the more we remove this topic from the collective public life, the more problems of this type we have.

Well I certainly don't want to discuss it seriously. Especially not here at least. Sometimes the nuggets I get from the Moms group are just worth sharing. Sometimes funny, sometimes serious and sometimes inspirational. This one just touched me all three ways.

 

[TellicoTurning]

I never made it to the wood shed, Mom didn't believe in isolation... where she was and what she had was what she used... Dad just looked my way and said "Boy".. I knew to straighten up and fly right when he spoke. The few times he did take hold, he used is belt, doubled it over, popped it a few times to intimidate, then two or three across the calves, while he held me about 6 inches off the ground... made a righteous believer out of me all five times..
I usually would tell my son to go to his room and I would be in shortly to give him his licks... usually let him sit for about an hour then discuss his transgression with him.. worked for me better than a smack.. he hated to be lectured... and like Tim, I was very involved in his life.. I was a single father and raised him from age of 5.. he's nearly 35 now and a fantastic guy... very proud of what he has accomplished in is life.

 

[Rifleman1776]

Originally posted by mdburn_em
<br />I think George has half the answer. The other half is something we can't discuss here. It usually turns pretty ugly and is banned on the site. It's interesting to me that the more we remove this topic from the collective public life, the more problems of this type we have.

The other half is truth. Agreed it can't be discussed here as it will be, and has been, censored. One must speak only what is acceptable to Big Brother.

 

[darbytee]

The big two are taboo on pretty much every forum I've been to. Like in normal society the problem stems from a vocal minority that complains every time something is said that they don't like. They would prefer to take away people's rights to make their own decision rather than just choose to avoid things that they find offensive.