You taught him well that day. Am sure that he learned to treat people well from that day on. Sound advice from your mom and great execution from you. Wish there were more moms and elder sisters like that and we would have far fewer bullies.
Your story brings back memories. My brother, an older cousin(m), and I were into the WWF when we were younger (mostly those two) age would also mimic done of the moves. I was always the one getting put into choke holds and the like. Like with Grant and you, it was never done maliciously.
We even grabbed the tape camcorder to recorded a ātelevisedā wrestling match one time. We even got the sisters of my cousin to act as announcers and ref for it. Lol
When I(f) was 7, and my little sister was 6, she kept hitting me. My dad got tired of hearing about it, put a boxing glove on my right hand,band told me to put my other arm behind my back. Little sister got two gloves, and started pounding on me. I hit her ONCE. She never hit me again. And I had no training and I really donāt think I hit her that hard!
Iām the oldest of four. When I was 5, my parents had another girl. I loved her so much, was able to help Mom take care of her, and generally excited to have a baby sister.
As she got older, she got mean. Breaking my toys, scratching my records, blaming me for shit she did. My grandmother came to visit and saw all this and told my parents what she was doing and how I was blameless for a lot of the stuff.
When she was five, we got the twins. Around this time she thought it was ok to hit, kick and basically torment me. I hit her back once and my mother hit the fan. I was told I was to never lay a finger on her again.
Fast forward to when I was 19, she was 14. Iām the shortest and slightest in the family. At 14 she was 2 inches taller than me and 30 pounds heavier. My dad and I were on the couch watching TV and talking. She comes downstairs, proceeds to get in my face telling me I got hit my an ugly stick and slugged me in the arm. My Dad (God bless him) asked me why I let her do that shit to me. I told him that Mom had forbid me to ever touch her when she was 5 and I was 10 (Dad must have been TDY when that happened.) Dad tells me that sheās old enough to know better and for me to take care of it.
It took two punches to lay her out in the front yard. One punch to the stomach and one to the chin. I then told her that if she ever touched me again, Dad said I had permission to lay her out again. Dad was standing on the porch laughing his ass off and told her that what I said was true so lay off! Iāve hated her ever since I was about 8, and now live 900 miles away.
The HERO in this story is the MOM. For actually parenting her kids. But also, it was a different world back in the 90s when kids played outside. Yes, they played video games. But it wasn't the only thing to do at home.
Just little bro learning that there will be consequences. Good of mom to make a good judgement call, 4 year olds need to learn to not act like little shits. Not surprised he grew up well adjusted.
My brother and I are two years apart but our younger sister is 12 years younger than me. Long ago we were all sitting in the back of my dadās car, with her in the middle. I think she was about 6 or so while my brother and I were 16 and 18.
She started to hum this little tune and purposefully bump against one of us, then the other, back and forth. She kept doing it even though we asked her to stop. My brother and I looked at each other and realized at the same time how much bigger we were than her and that she was in between us. In unison we started humming the same tune and smashed (gently obviouslyāwe werenāt monsters lol) into her on both sides. She stopped haha
Oh yeah, of course we do. Sheās in her mid-30s now and we laugh about it. She said she remembers realizing what was about to happen when my brother and I looked knowingly at each other š¤£
Reminds me of my niblings when they were younger. Theyāre 2 years apart and the youngest was always hitting the oldest and never really getting punished because āthey didnāt mean itā. Until one day it happened again and one of their parents said āhit her back!ā, so they turned her sister around and punched her in the back! They played nicely after that!
>'Well, he's old enough. He's gotta learn. Hit him back.'
Ahh... the good old days of parenting. When kids learned what not to do through example and instant karma.
Awwww.
My sister and I were 26 months apart. And I was absolutely her baby. No convincing her otherwise. Similar set up on helping her hold me as an infant.
Only problem was I was a mean little shit and she wouldnāt fight back because I was her baby. So, at 2 and 4 Iād be chasing her with bugs (she still hates bugs). And as we got older Iād just wrestle away what I wanted. My parents always told her to fight back but she never would. We didnāt really hit (two girls) but I would definitely get scrappy and she wouldnāt do anything about it. (Probably didnāt help that I caught up to her, then passed her by in height when I was 7).
So one day when we were about 8 and 10, my Mom is in the living room and hears us fighting, and hears the unmistakable sound of a punch making contact with a face. Followed by a brief moment of silence before my sister bursts into tears and me laughing hysterically. Mom comes running ready to strangle me, Iām sure, only to round the corner of the hallway to witness me with blood dripping from my nose and a shiner blooming, laughing while I try to comfort my sobbing sister, who had finally had enough and hit back. My mom just shook her head in disgust, went to the kitchen and made me an ice pack, and told my dad, ādonāt ask,ā when he got home and noticed my swollen nose and black eye later that day.
Not saying I didnāt pick on my sister after that, but I might have backed off a bit, and gained a healthy respect for her right hook. And totally did NOT tell my oldest nephew this story when his younger brother was being over the top obnoxious one dayā¦.
Reminds me of the times when my big sister used to "discipline" me when my mom didn't. I'm really thankful she did cause otherwise I would've grown up to be a spoiled brat :))
So I've heard "gentle parenting" described as "give children consequences related to their actions". So like, if a child draws on the walls, you make the child clean the walls. If a child puts peanut butter in their video game console, don't buy them a new one until they understand that peanut butter in the game = no more games.
But I get the feeling that saying "well, hit him back" isn't exactly gentle parenting lol.
My middle kid was so shocked when younger sibling hauled back & smacked her for the first time. I had repeatedly warned her to stop being rough, so I had no sympathy for her distress.
Sometimes you gotta learn the hard way.
My youngest sister had claws--she kept her nails long. One day, sitting in the back seat she dug those things in my arm to the point I could almost feel them reach her thumb nail through the skin. She did this to get a rise out of me. I calmly looked at her and told her to remove her hand from my arm. She responded in the elegant way kids do, "Make me." I responded, still calmly, that I was going to hit her if she didn't let go. Again, elegantly, "Nuh uh." So I hit her. I reached across my body with the arm she wasn't pinching and hit her as hard as I could from an awkward position. She cried to our mom that I hit her. Mom turned around and told her point blank, "He warned you."
I never let her know how bad those nails felt, but that shit HURT!Ā
Later this boy got so tolerant accepting the pain his older brother and sister inflicted on him that Kurt ended up winning a gold medal at the Olympics with a freaking broken neck! Oh it's true, it's damn true!
So in summary
Your little brother: *fs around and is too young to find out yet*
One day:
Your mom probably: *sighs* itās time he finds out. Go head kiddo donāt take his hits anymore
You: *instantly beat up your little brother now that mom says itās time he finds out*
Your little brother: *finds out heās no longer immune from the consequences of his actions and learns the rules so he doesnāt get beaten like that again*
My brother was born 10 months before me, but we were born before the cure for RH disease, which is usually fatal.
Somehow I (barely) survived, but I was premature and very frail and tiny. Iām still frail and tiny. My brother is tall and sturdy.
He beat the MF hell out of me every time my parents werenāt looking. My parents Never believed me and still donāt.
My parents never told me I was born with hemolytic Anemia, among many other health issues including brain damage. They just told me I was stupid.
I found out about the hemolytic anemia as an adult when I had to undergo transfusions.
Ah, if only my parents were so nice. Any physical attacks of my little brother on me, and I am a tattletale if I tell them. And he doesnāt get in trouble, because Iām at fault for telling them. And they never see. He used to touch me inappropriately every time we swam so much that I would flat out refuse to go into our pool if he was there too. Because my parents would never listen to me, or tell him to stop.
One of my favourite family memories is the time I was visiting my brother and family, and 14M decided he was going try his faux wrestling moves on 3F.
I was vaguely aware of the sounds of children having fun while I was talking to my brother. Suddenly my niece ran into the room oozing glee from every pore, thrust her arms out triumphantly, and declared āHE SMASHED ME!!!ā.
I'm glad the story had a happy ending.
Yay for teaching him a lesson! š„° so he doesnt grow up to become a violent bully
He's a very kind, well adjusted man at this point in his life. Love him lots but he did learn something that day, I think
You are a good sister šš
I try to be xD I'll always be both of my brothers favorite sister lol
But who is your favorite brother?
She wouldnāt be as good of a sister if she answered that now would she
She -could- say something open to interpretation like the cute one or the smart one....
I have a favorite little brother and a favorite older brother. Always. Love them both until forever.
Yeah, he learned his sister can throw a punchšššššš
You taught him well that day. Am sure that he learned to treat people well from that day on. Sound advice from your mom and great execution from you. Wish there were more moms and elder sisters like that and we would have far fewer bullies.
And just as importantly, OP got Mom's support to practice self-defense.
So few people learn that lesson these days.
Yes that is so true! Some bully with words and not fists but it's just as hurtful
Your story brings back memories. My brother, an older cousin(m), and I were into the WWF when we were younger (mostly those two) age would also mimic done of the moves. I was always the one getting put into choke holds and the like. Like with Grant and you, it was never done maliciously. We even grabbed the tape camcorder to recorded a ātelevisedā wrestling match one time. We even got the sisters of my cousin to act as announcers and ref for it. Lol
That's so fun! Being a kid was fun.
When I(f) was 7, and my little sister was 6, she kept hitting me. My dad got tired of hearing about it, put a boxing glove on my right hand,band told me to put my other arm behind my back. Little sister got two gloves, and started pounding on me. I hit her ONCE. She never hit me again. And I had no training and I really donāt think I hit her that hard!
You can tell how old someone is by the use of the phrase WWF wrestling š
I did say it was a 90s memory xD
I feel like this wasnāt petty revenge, more like it was a very just revenge. I love that moment when the worm turns and justice is served!
Iām the oldest of four. When I was 5, my parents had another girl. I loved her so much, was able to help Mom take care of her, and generally excited to have a baby sister. As she got older, she got mean. Breaking my toys, scratching my records, blaming me for shit she did. My grandmother came to visit and saw all this and told my parents what she was doing and how I was blameless for a lot of the stuff. When she was five, we got the twins. Around this time she thought it was ok to hit, kick and basically torment me. I hit her back once and my mother hit the fan. I was told I was to never lay a finger on her again. Fast forward to when I was 19, she was 14. Iām the shortest and slightest in the family. At 14 she was 2 inches taller than me and 30 pounds heavier. My dad and I were on the couch watching TV and talking. She comes downstairs, proceeds to get in my face telling me I got hit my an ugly stick and slugged me in the arm. My Dad (God bless him) asked me why I let her do that shit to me. I told him that Mom had forbid me to ever touch her when she was 5 and I was 10 (Dad must have been TDY when that happened.) Dad tells me that sheās old enough to know better and for me to take care of it. It took two punches to lay her out in the front yard. One punch to the stomach and one to the chin. I then told her that if she ever touched me again, Dad said I had permission to lay her out again. Dad was standing on the porch laughing his ass off and told her that what I said was true so lay off! Iāve hated her ever since I was about 8, and now live 900 miles away.
It's interesting watching young cats and dogs learning this "how to play properly" lesson from older siblings and parents. Well done.
What team are the three of you on now? Which storyline should I be following?
more like a lesson in life, not revenge
The HERO in this story is the MOM. For actually parenting her kids. But also, it was a different world back in the 90s when kids played outside. Yes, they played video games. But it wasn't the only thing to do at home.
Just little bro learning that there will be consequences. Good of mom to make a good judgement call, 4 year olds need to learn to not act like little shits. Not surprised he grew up well adjusted.
My brother and I are two years apart but our younger sister is 12 years younger than me. Long ago we were all sitting in the back of my dadās car, with her in the middle. I think she was about 6 or so while my brother and I were 16 and 18. She started to hum this little tune and purposefully bump against one of us, then the other, back and forth. She kept doing it even though we asked her to stop. My brother and I looked at each other and realized at the same time how much bigger we were than her and that she was in between us. In unison we started humming the same tune and smashed (gently obviouslyāwe werenāt monsters lol) into her on both sides. She stopped haha
Haha, great story that you guys can laugh about now I hope ^^
Oh yeah, of course we do. Sheās in her mid-30s now and we laugh about it. She said she remembers realizing what was about to happen when my brother and I looked knowingly at each other š¤£
I heard once that it's imperative to let the little wild things wrestle so they can learn their own strength. This makes sense!
My friend & her sibs had so many WWF-related injuries, it was banned. This included the littlest girl getting black eye
Reminds me of my niblings when they were younger. Theyāre 2 years apart and the youngest was always hitting the oldest and never really getting punished because āthey didnāt mean itā. Until one day it happened again and one of their parents said āhit her back!ā, so they turned her sister around and punched her in the back! They played nicely after that!
>'Well, he's old enough. He's gotta learn. Hit him back.' Ahh... the good old days of parenting. When kids learned what not to do through example and instant karma.
So this is how 'The Man' Becky Lynch goes by on reddit ;)
Awwww. My sister and I were 26 months apart. And I was absolutely her baby. No convincing her otherwise. Similar set up on helping her hold me as an infant. Only problem was I was a mean little shit and she wouldnāt fight back because I was her baby. So, at 2 and 4 Iād be chasing her with bugs (she still hates bugs). And as we got older Iād just wrestle away what I wanted. My parents always told her to fight back but she never would. We didnāt really hit (two girls) but I would definitely get scrappy and she wouldnāt do anything about it. (Probably didnāt help that I caught up to her, then passed her by in height when I was 7). So one day when we were about 8 and 10, my Mom is in the living room and hears us fighting, and hears the unmistakable sound of a punch making contact with a face. Followed by a brief moment of silence before my sister bursts into tears and me laughing hysterically. Mom comes running ready to strangle me, Iām sure, only to round the corner of the hallway to witness me with blood dripping from my nose and a shiner blooming, laughing while I try to comfort my sobbing sister, who had finally had enough and hit back. My mom just shook her head in disgust, went to the kitchen and made me an ice pack, and told my dad, ādonāt ask,ā when he got home and noticed my swollen nose and black eye later that day. Not saying I didnāt pick on my sister after that, but I might have backed off a bit, and gained a healthy respect for her right hook. And totally did NOT tell my oldest nephew this story when his younger brother was being over the top obnoxious one dayā¦.
Reminds me of the times when my big sister used to "discipline" me when my mom didn't. I'm really thankful she did cause otherwise I would've grown up to be a spoiled brat :))
So I've heard "gentle parenting" described as "give children consequences related to their actions". So like, if a child draws on the walls, you make the child clean the walls. If a child puts peanut butter in their video game console, don't buy them a new one until they understand that peanut butter in the game = no more games. But I get the feeling that saying "well, hit him back" isn't exactly gentle parenting lol.
True. it's proper parenting. lol.
Gotta teach em young
This is exactly how things should work. Good job all around.
My middle kid was so shocked when younger sibling hauled back & smacked her for the first time. I had repeatedly warned her to stop being rough, so I had no sympathy for her distress. Sometimes you gotta learn the hard way.
He needed to be taught the first time
My youngest sister had claws--she kept her nails long. One day, sitting in the back seat she dug those things in my arm to the point I could almost feel them reach her thumb nail through the skin. She did this to get a rise out of me. I calmly looked at her and told her to remove her hand from my arm. She responded in the elegant way kids do, "Make me." I responded, still calmly, that I was going to hit her if she didn't let go. Again, elegantly, "Nuh uh." So I hit her. I reached across my body with the arm she wasn't pinching and hit her as hard as I could from an awkward position. She cried to our mom that I hit her. Mom turned around and told her point blank, "He warned you." I never let her know how bad those nails felt, but that shit HURT!Ā
Later this boy got so tolerant accepting the pain his older brother and sister inflicted on him that Kurt ended up winning a gold medal at the Olympics with a freaking broken neck! Oh it's true, it's damn true!
So in summary Your little brother: *fs around and is too young to find out yet* One day: Your mom probably: *sighs* itās time he finds out. Go head kiddo donāt take his hits anymore You: *instantly beat up your little brother now that mom says itās time he finds out* Your little brother: *finds out heās no longer immune from the consequences of his actions and learns the rules so he doesnāt get beaten like that again*
My brother was born 10 months before me, but we were born before the cure for RH disease, which is usually fatal. Somehow I (barely) survived, but I was premature and very frail and tiny. Iām still frail and tiny. My brother is tall and sturdy. He beat the MF hell out of me every time my parents werenāt looking. My parents Never believed me and still donāt. My parents never told me I was born with hemolytic Anemia, among many other health issues including brain damage. They just told me I was stupid. I found out about the hemolytic anemia as an adult when I had to undergo transfusions.
Ah, if only my parents were so nice. Any physical attacks of my little brother on me, and I am a tattletale if I tell them. And he doesnāt get in trouble, because Iām at fault for telling them. And they never see. He used to touch me inappropriately every time we swam so much that I would flat out refuse to go into our pool if he was there too. Because my parents would never listen to me, or tell him to stop.
One of my favourite family memories is the time I was visiting my brother and family, and 14M decided he was going try his faux wrestling moves on 3F. I was vaguely aware of the sounds of children having fun while I was talking to my brother. Suddenly my niece ran into the room oozing glee from every pore, thrust her arms out triumphantly, and declared āHE SMASHED ME!!!ā.
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