My kids are just that; kids. They are rambunctious, rebellious at times and full of energy that cannot be contained. They drive their mother and I up the wall. We get frustrated with them. Our patience is pushed to the limits. We sometimes find ourselves raising our voices, taking privileges away and grounding them. Some days are easier than others when it comes to dealing with three (almost) teenagers.
Even when they are at their worst, we still love them with all of our hearts.
I have known many kids from my past who were literally beaten for being rebellious. Not a rebellion like stealing an old lady’s purse, just a little no-no like picking on a brother or sister. I once knew a woman who went out in public with her two boys wearing a leather belt around her neck. If things were to get out of hand in…
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