Showing posts from February, 2016

Sometimes I yell...

This morning I yelled at my kids...again. I really hate it when I yell at them. I see their little faces change--their eyes squinch up, and then the tears come. My mother never yelled. Apparently that's not true--she says she did yell at me sometimes, but I don't remember. Will my kids forget the times that I lost my temper with them? God, please, let it be so! But in the meantime, I apologized shortly after. I replayed the events that led up to the yelling...I asked myself: where/when/how could I have acted differently so as not have lost my cool? These words popped in my mind: "Be slow to anger, quick to listen, slow to speak." I recalled who spoke first in this situation = me. I saw my son's clothes in a dirty wad at the bottom of his closet. I fumed...and said aloud the first thing that popped into my mind, "Are you kidding me?! How many times have we told you to put your dirty clothes in the hamper? Now you have nothing to wear beca