In iamheather's piece "He's Just a Child!", Link , she details a confrontation with a rather disagreeable neighbour. Sadly, the neighbour's attitude seems to be the prevailing one among a society today that has come to despise children (as we discovered in Pahrump, Nevada, when, time after time, we were denied housing because of having children).
As one who grew up being puniched for my loquacious nature (the most poignant example I can remember is of my stepmom pinning colthespins to my mouth to hold it shut when I was seven years old; it was a common occurence, coupled with using duct tape to hold my mouth shut, that caused emotional scars from which I don't think I will ever completely recover), I have always cherished the sounds of childhood in my home. My children have grown up being able to grow, explore, and be themselves, in the hopes that it will make them stronger, more mature and confident adults.
While we tend to be traditionalists in many aspects of running our family, the concept of "children should be seen and not heard" is one that I firmly belives belongs back in the Puritan era and NOT in this day and age.