Excerpt from Every Mother Can Keep Her Cool:
Okay, I know you’re not supposed to act the way I do as a mother — especially when it comes to handling a three-year-old, but sometimes I get so angry at the mess this child makes again and again. Technically I know this is just part of her bring a child but when I look at the toys and the stuff everywhere … well, I definitely find myself getting irritated and snappy. —Alicia
Oh my, have I ever been there! I remember a time during a February snowstorm in 1996 when my middle son, Ricky Neal, decided to go running through our darkened (the electricity had been knocked out) house. I told him not to do it. I told him to stop. I told him if he got hurt, I wasn’t going to feel sorry for him. He got hurt (it involved a small gash on his eyebrow and ridiculous amounts of blood). I got angry and yelled, and it wasn’t until his father was driving him to the nearest ER (thirty minutes away) that my ramped up irritation (bordering on anger) began to subside.
Kids will be kids, they say. And we know it’s true. But when we’re in the thick of childish realities, it still manages to get under our skin sometimes, doesn’t it?