tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529969472454786525.post3777239246523749070..comments2023-09-28T04:31:56.852-06:00Comments on TravelinOma: Life in the MotherhoodTravelin'Omahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18415472674768977723noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529969472454786525.post-86239950609968061972012-04-28T06:06:47.781-06:002012-04-28T06:06:47.781-06:00When I was a kid I was scared of going down the ba...When I was a kid I was scared of going down the bathtub drain, too! My mom would always take me out of the tub before she pulled the plug so that I wouldn't scream and cry. Well, my dad is a long haul truck driver so he was rarely home. One night, he was home and I asked him to give me my bath. He didn't know about my fear of the drain and as he reached to pull the plug, you can guess what happened... After a few minutes he had me calmed down and I told him what I was afraid of. He promised that he would hold me the entire time the water was draining if I stayed in the tub and that I wouldn't get sucked down. With one arm wrapped around me, he pulled the plug and I bravely stood there :) Hooray for parents helping children overcome (sometimes silly) fears!Amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18301830877869645896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529969472454786525.post-73722389666172102252012-04-26T10:39:06.848-06:002012-04-26T10:39:06.848-06:00I read through your post and then gave a little ti...I read through your post and then gave a little time thinking over some of my kids' misadventures. <br />I feel like I need a nap. <br /><br />Mom tried to reel me in by yelling. Just stoked my engine. But Dad would give me that slight look of disappointment and I would stop dead in my tracks and change my ways. --Don't think it worked quite so well on my brother and sister.VickiCnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529969472454786525.post-75792692958272239632012-04-26T07:19:38.323-06:002012-04-26T07:19:38.323-06:00Only one mode of discipline stands out in my mind....Only one mode of discipline stands out in my mind. I was probably about 13 or 14 and kind of mouthy. I had been told by my mother that I couldn't go to a church dance. I must have gotten pretty disrespectful with her, because my father warned me that he'd wash my mouth out with soap if I didn't stop. I pushed the limit. My father marched me to the bathroom and grabbed the Palmolive soap and shoved it in my mouth. Nasty tasting stuff.Grandma Cebehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16665621260405380537noreply@blogger.com