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Why We Fear Our Kids

Ok, this is weird. What mom considers being afraid of her own child a badge of honor? Me, apparently. Yesterday I took my 17-year-old son to the department of motor vehicles to get his permanent drivers license. To replace his provisional license, he needed me, plus two utility bills, to prove he was a resident of our city. All in, the chore churned through roughly two hours of valuable Mom-time, about which I did …