Whaaddowedowith our children

Once in a while there is a little storm brewing in a teacup about how to handle your kids. On the one side is a reputed and popular middle aged man who has studied this matter and weekly writes a newspaper column based on questions from readers. On the other aide are some parents who do not agree with him.
My children were born when Dr. Spock was it-on-a-stick. My wife and I we read his answers and we even read his book that was the bible in every young household. And as we read we laughed and said to each other that the Spock method would produce a generation of adults that had absolutely no sense because it was based on the child being the number one person in the house and needed to be cuddled, appeased, given in to.
This particular morning I am sitting in the Public Library looking at the contents of books I thought I might like to read, when the backdoor opened and in walked a mother. With one hand she navigated her young child, with the other hand she held on to the books she was returning. The two=year old child stumbled and fell down. It did not get hurt, it did not cry, but immediately Mom was down on her knees cooing and kissing the child, all the time saying in a whiney voice how sorry she was for the child. After about two to three minutes of this example of how not to bring up a child the show ended. Kiddo still did not cry but was now sitting at a table busy with crayons and a coloring book.