I just had to punish my son for the first ‘real’ time.
At the end of my short, very calm speech, I wanted to grab him up in my arms, hug the stuffing out of him, and tell him it would be okay while I cried all over him. I didn’t, of course, but I had my hands clasped together and was white-knuckling it to keep from it. And now I’m wickedly sick to my stomach and feeling dizzy.
… and all I did was ground him from TV for the weekend.
I need to go lie down.