Zero Tolerance, Real Boundaries: A Mother’s Stand After Her Son Fights Back

not a lecture on philosophy.

“I accept that my son is safe,” I said. “I accept that he came home to me with a bruised hand instead of a broken spirit. I accept that he knows his ‘no’ means something.”

I turned to Leo and extended my hand. “Let’s go, Leo. We’re getting ice cream.”

“But Mom,” Leo stammered as we walked out of the office, past the gaping continue reading …