In the hall where I used to go there was a mothers room within the ladies bathroom.
Often I would be sitting in the mothers room either nursing or soothing one of mine with the door shut and have a mother come in with an upset young one (toddler to 5 or 6) then when they would see that I was there trying to keep things quiet, they'd excuse themselves, close the door and then it would begin.
There is one woman in particular who, no lie, I could hear her arm coming down on her sons ass.
I know it sounds like an exaggeration, but it's not. It sent chills up my spine. This little kid got beat so bad.
This is a huge pet peeve of mine. One of the elders in my hall and his wife encourage it and various members of my family have been known for bringing in the wooden spoon.
It got to a point where, now that I look back, I didn't want to go to the meetings if I knew my kids were going to be tired or acting up. a) It wasn't fair to them and b) I hated listening to those kids.
I'm sure that making these little ones suffer through 2 hours of sitting absolutely still makes God quite happy.
Meagan