Back in the 50s and 60s, it was extremely rare to get through one’s childhood without getting a spanking, and many got a lot worse. When my daughters were little in the 80s and 90s, their father and I tried as much as possible to give “time outs,” where we would put a chair in the corner of the room and have them sit quietly for a few minutes. Although, I’m hesitant to admit this, there were a few times that my patience was thin, and I resorted to a spank and even a slap.
The last time I did that, I will never, ever forget. We were in a restaurant having dinner in 2007, with my younger daughter who was 18 and in her first year of college. I have no idea what came over me, but it wasn’t just her extremely rude behavior — it was more than that. I lost all control and got up out of my seat and slapped her — in front of the whole restaurant. Everyone turned around. A woman seated across from us said something to me, but that wasn’t all.
About a month later when waiting for our table at the bar of the same restaurant, the assistant manager came up to me and said, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Colman, but you are not welcome to dine in our restaurant.” I have never felt more humiliated in my entire life. And I deserved it.