Were u not rantin an carryin on bout these very people a few months ago? Were u not advised to call Children Services? What became of it?

good debate here

i did im in line

CYF did nothing.
Neither did the cops.
Ditto for landlord.
it's the American way.

Sometimes it takes more than one call to Children Services. Keep callin them. Make notes, what children are doin, where parents are, with dates & times. The more info u can give them the better. Find out names & ages of the children make sure u report that also.

What kills me is that the other neighbors are all in agreement:
These people gotta GO!

But they can't be bothered to call cops or get involved.

I'm a better parent than some, and I don't even have kids of my own yet.

I watch their kids more than they do.

My dog is also watched and taken care of way better than their kids.

that's why there should be a very strict test before having kids.

I don't believe in a god that believes that hurting someone else is ok. And I believe in tough love, but I think you can accomplish the same ends without resorting to physical violence. I don't think that my son needs to fear me in order for him to respect me or learn to follow rules or anything else. I believe that I can have a good, loving, respectful relationship with my child that isn't based on fear of physical violence. I believe that I can teach my child to survive in this world in ways other than using his fists. I believe there are other, better ways of solving problems than to physically force someone into submission.

Hitting our children teaches them it's ok to use physical violence to achieve an end, this is why there is so much abuse in the world, why men beat their wives and girlfriends, why women beat their children, why people of both sexes abuse their pets.

The only way to stop this world of the violence we live in is to stop repeating the cycle of violence. Change begins at home and no where else.


never have i been more impressed with a post...ever.

to strike a child teaches them what? um, when someone does something wrong, you smack them.

i want my children to not fear me or my hands. i absolutely believe in discipline, and that starts with being completely involved in their lives. natural consequences work FAR better than corporal punishment. when my daughter broke the window, i canceled her hair appointment to pay for it. when she went over on her cell phone, she immediately paid for it. it's about teaching them how the REAL world works...

if you hit the big people in the world, you go to jail. somehow, it's still acceptable to lay our hands on the smallest of them all.

I had to call cps once. You have to really make a pest of yourself if you really care and every time you call they must investigate within 24 hours of the call!!

Some would say, a good parent would find a partner, who didnt do that crap.

Huh??

There is a very thick, well-defined line between abuse and discipline. The child must (and WILL) know that I am the parent, and I am in charge....NOT the other way around! Until the age of 18, I OWN their ***. Yes, they can grow and learn to be their own person, or the person they want to be, and they can carry that wish out after they reach legal adult age. Until that time, I am held responsible for them. If my kid had it coming, she got one. Fortunately, she was a very good child, so I think discipline in that form only happened once. It was when she became a teenager that she started getting out of hand....as a result of hanging with peers whose own parents let their kids get away with anything they wanted. Weak parents raise weak children, and the world is not weak. The world is not filled with kindness and happiness and rainbows and flowers and puppydogs. It's best they learn that during their formative years, so they're prepared when they reach adulthood.

How I raise my child is MY concern, NOT anyone else's! This is why kids have come to walk all over their parents, disrespect elders, have no discipline, etc., because too many parents are weak themselves.

I'm not afraid to spank my child. I choose to not spank.
Spanking my child will NOT increase my child's respect for me.

more parents need to watch what their kids are doing on-line and with their cell phones. be seeing you

Do you have children?

This thread really emphasizes the differences in when I was growing up and when my son was growing up. Some things have changed because of the general atmosphere of the world (safety-wise, paranoia-wise), and some things have changed because we are more aware. So....

I had a huge back lot to play in in the back. Our house faced the main street where, in those days, many people walked to town. My sister and I were able to sell anything from lemonade to fishing worms under the big oak tree out front. Mother could check on us through the big window in the living room. Of course, any stranger spotted in town was immediately reported through the "momma line," so it was hardly likely that someone could veer off the highway and get three feet and it not be noted. As to my son, nope, surely did not want him kidnapped.

"Driving to New York" in your parked car was a typical game. And if perchance you managed to put the car in reverse and roll down into the street...well the cars along that street only went 20 miles an hour at best, and the cars were solid enough that even then it would only make a small ping. No, my son was not allowed to do this. We lived in Memphis. I didn't want him hijacked along with the car.

Sure we could climb all over the cars, provided it wasn't August. No kid in their right minds is going to climb onto a car in Mississippi in August. As to my son, again, nope.

The only time I was ever allowed to throw things at cars was one Halloween in Memphis when my Dad worked for Juvenile Court and the JC judge was running for mayor. We had a huge "Turner for Mayor" sign in the yard, which was getting a lot of egg action. Dad came out and told us that any eggs that didn't get splatted, we could toss back at the cars throwing them. When The Kid was a kid, we had to have parents with our kids trick-or-treating for safety's sake...especially after a woman was murdered in the main house in town one Halloween...the house that could be seen all along main street (this was the same neighorhood where in my childhood we could wander about safely).

The "jiggiest" my parents got with music was Doris Day. Don't think "Que Sera Sera" on a turntable was ever heard past our living room windows. Of course we only had the church on one side and a deaf couple on the other. And by 7:00 p.m., the street on the front had been rolled up. My son DID grow up listening to rock, but not at high decibles.

I rode my bike all over without a helmet. Of course, all I was liable to hit was grass or gravel. And the bike could only go as fast as my legs could pump the pedals. My cousin had to wear a helmet to ride his bike as he'd already had a head injury from a baseball incident. We felt so sorry for him (he had to wear a football helmet...no "bike" helmet available). My son griped when he had to wear his helmet...until the day he hit gravel on a wide sidewalk, flipped and hit a bench. Thanks to the helmet, he only has a scar on his nose.

As for the revealing clothes, blah blah...I was raised to have self-esteem. I am now a grandmother, and while I don't dress like a grandmother, I dress in a way so that my son and grandchildren can be proud to be seen with me.

I park in my spot and respect other people's boundries, and I raised my son to do the same.

bravo. You have my respect!