This was a common refrain when I was a teenager, each time I bent the rules so far they broke.
They being my parents.
And there they were, those same words, gracing my lips just a couple of weeks ago, as if a direct quote, despite my oft vow to myself that my ability to influence my kid would never deteriorate into something so base as a grounding.
So when my soon to be teen son heard those words directed at him for the first time, he quite innocently and quite matter of factly said, ‘Huh, I’ve never been grounded before, what does that mean?’
With the frustration that foreshadowed my strike of the gavel, still teeming within me, my inside voice on the very tip of becoming my outside voice, ripe and ready to pounce with something to the effect of, ‘Well, I’ll tell you what a grounding means!’.…