My beautiful, wonderful, kind, loving and compassionate daughter brought home another report card with two D’s and one very low C.   So, I did it.   I took her phone.

I don’t believe I’ve ever really punished her for anything.   Not really.

I told her if the grades are up by her next progress report – which is three weeks from now – that she can have the phone back.

It’s been less than 24 hours and I’m wanting to cave.   I can’t cave.   I just can’t.

How come I’m the one that feels like crap when she’s the one getting punished?