When my younger sister and her family—her husband and two young kids—came to stay with us for a week, I was excited. We don’t live in the same state, so visits are rare. My own kids are grown and out of the house, so having little ones around again felt like it would be fun. I didn’t realize how different our parenting philosophies were.

My sister practices something called gentle parenting, which I hadn’t heard of before. She explained that they don’t do time-outs, grounding, or any form of punishment—just talking through feelings. I thought it sounded a bit lenient, but I didn’t want to judge.That is, until I saw it in action. Within two days, her daughter had drawn all over my walls with crayons, her son had ripped out flowers from my garden and even threw a rock at my car. On top of that, they constantly pulled on my elderly golden retriever’s fur. My sweet, older dog just sat there calmly, but I was horrified.

Each time something happened, I waited for their parents to step in—but they never did. So I did. When I gently told the kids to stop or scolded them a bit, my sister got furious. She told me it wasn’t my place to discipline them. I told her someone had to, because they were destroying my home.I wasn’t suggesting harsh punishment—just something like a firm talk or asking them to clean up after themselves. But she said their actions weren’t serious enough for discipline, and instead asked things like, “What feelings made you do that?” That was her only response.

It became clear the behavior wasn’t going to stop, and my husband and I agreed we couldn’t take it for a whole week. We asked them to leave after just two days. I told her gently parenting like that might cause her kids real problems in life if they never learn boundaries—and maybe even legal trouble one day.Now, she refuses to talk to me, and our mom thinks I overreacted by kicking them out. But I couldn’t let my home or my sanity fall apart just to keep the peace.