KIDS RESPECT AUTHORITY WHEN IT'S BACKED BY CONSEQUENCES.
Kids will see right through hollow threats. And one of the problems with todays kids is they've been taught quite literaly since they started school, "THAT NO ONE CAN HURT THEM". "NOT EVEN MOMMY AND DADDY, OR THEY'LL GO TO JAIL". They think they can do as they wish, and not have to pay any consequences that will "hurt" them. And to most, they can deal with that. I mean, what the hell is a "time out". If my parents had been push overs, I don't believe I'd have respected them as much as I do. Secondly, I'd have turned out to be an inconsiderate asshole.
Here's my experiece with children.....
I have a class A commercial drivers license, and the first driving job I had was driving school bus before and after my other job. I'd gotten all kinds of advice on how to handle the problem kids on the bus from other drivers that had driven for years, and we could also write a kid up and he/she would have to see the principle.
However, I had been driving the bus for about three weeks, and had made a couple feeble attempts at controling the kids. I could quite them down for a minute, but then it was right back to pandemonium. I was about at my wits end and ready to quit, but then I got an idea. I watched to see who was the biggest disruption on the bus, and it was this blonde haired kid about 12 years old who was up and down, changing seats, picking on other kids, a real keg of powder. I had scoped out earlier a spot in the road, country roads, where there was zero traffic and a place to pull over. The next day when I reached that spot, I SLAMMED ON THE BRAKES AND PULLED THE BUS OVER, I opened the door and started walking to the rear of the bus. Now keep in mind, I'm six foot one and a hundred and ninety five pounds. Long hair, beard, with one fucking PISSED OFF look on my face. YOU COULD HAVE HEARD A PIN DROP. I made my way down the bus until I got to Joey and said, "you got a problem"? he said "no". I said "I think you do". "I don't think you can follow the rules". I said "I've been watching you, and your causing more of a problem on this bus than everyone else put together". "Now I want you to get up in the front seat, and your going to ride there for a week". He said "I don't have to sit up there if I don't want to". So I bent down a little closer to him and said "you've two choices, either get your little ass up there in that fucking seat, or I'm going to throw you off the fucking bus right here in the middle of nowhere". He looked around kind of sheepishly, like he was looking for support from someone, and he figured he'd call my hand. He finaly cautiously said "you can't do that". So I bent down a little bit closer to him again and said "you see anybody here big enough to stop me"? His little face was turning red by now, and he was slumped down away from me in his seat. He thought for quick minute and then answered a timid "no". So I said "then get your ass up in that front seat... NOW". He got out of his seat and went to the front and sat down.
As I pulled away and started down the road, the kids started talking again, but very quitely. As the kids were getting off, they'd say "bye Tom". Almost ALL of them. After that I had gained their respect. They knew if they fucked with this bus driver, there'd be hell to pay. I had one of the best bus's ever. I actually enjoyed that job. I liked most of the kids and they liked me. Even little Joey who I'd had the run in with. He would often sit in front just so he could talk to me. I laughed and joked with him and found him only in need of some attention. A pretty good kid actually. I also found out that he was from a broken home and lived with his mother. His Dad was nowhere to be found. I felt bad for the kid.
At any rate, I didn't hear one word back from the office about my language used that day, because you're not supposed to swear at the kids.
I had taken the bus route known for having the worst kids in the district, and turned it into one of the best. At least for me. I'd heard through the grape vine later that subsequent drivers of my old route were unable to control the kids, and it changed drivers often. No one wanted that route. Funny. Had I ever returned, that would be the one I'd want.
My point is this, kids respect authority. But that authority has to be backed up. It can't be hollow. "Time outs" are about as worthless as a toilet you can't flush. Children need parents. BOTH OF THEM. And parents need to dicipline sternly, without others sticking their nose into it.
Contrary to Hitlery clinton's conception, it DOESN'T take a VILLAGE. It takes a MOM AND DAD.