There have been situations where I wasn’t able to see the different tones of grey and I found myself struggling for choosing between the black and the white.
At each sharp scolding that I make I learn a bit more from my daughter’s feedback about how to catch the different shades on a contrast. She closes in her room and comes back after a while with a drawing expressing excuses through pink hearts or reproof through black crosses, judging by herself if I was right or not. Usually the black crosses come after tough ineffective preaches, not depending on who was wrong. Afterwards I can’t stand my excessive reaction anymore.