The problem is that when you have to hit a kid. You have already failed. Generally speaking if you have taught them properly in the first place when they were younger you would never allowed them to reach a point where hitting them was neccessary.
My sisters have 9 kids between them. All of them are well behaved, well adjusted and I very much doubt any of them were ever hit. Quite simply boundaries were set early and punishment meted out for anyone breaking the rules. They are far from quiet children I might add but they know exactly where the line is because it's pointed out to them regularly.
You only have to watch programmes like Nanny 911 etc to see how even the most terrible children respond to very simple rules of behaviour.
The trouble is that many parents are as bad as their children. I told the story before of how I and my brother caught a 13 year old kid, attempting to break the mirror of my brother's car one night. We grabbed him after a mild struggle. He was drunk. Instead of beating him to a pulp, we called the police. They took him away.
Next day we received a call from the police. Could we come down for a statement. Apparently he had arrived back the next day with his Mother. She was making a complaint. Apparently we had attacked him for no reason, beat him up (not a mark on him) and falsely accused him of damaging the car.
To be honest the cop we spoke to was amused by this as the kid had admitted everything the night before. He explained that the Superintendant would bring them in and give him a caution and a warning to the Mother that making false accusations was an offense. That was the end of it.
But what got me though was this. Here was a 13 year old kid from a good background judging by his accent, out at night, drunk arrested for attempting to damage a car. Yet instead of dealing with all of these issues. His Mother decided to try and get him off by lying to the Police. No wonder the kid was drunk and out late at night. In the end I felt sorry for him.
Now I have an 11 month old son, so I have to put my money where my mouth is. It's a bit early, I suppose but he's walking and he knows what no means. The other day, he went for something. I said no and he stopped, stared at me and without taking his eyes off me, casually pushed it to the floor. I tried very hard not to laugh but I realised it's started.
Oh well.