It was after school, and the house was quiet—too quiet. My son Jake sat cross-legged on the couch, eyes locked on Minecraft. "Five more minutes!" he shouted when I reminded him about homework. "You said that an hour ago," I sighed, holding his untouched backpack.
When I took the iPad away, he yelled, threw a pillow, and stormed off. My heart sank. I missed the boy who loved soccer. I knew something had to change. That night, I promised myself to find a better way than yelling.
That's when I discovered FamiSafe, and slowly, we found our rhythm again.