You know those moments when you are pushed to the brink, when you know that just one more movement or word from your sweet angel will push you to explode, to yell “I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!” so loud it freaks out the neighbors?
If you’re like me, you also strive to maintain a sense of calm in the midst of the craziness of parenting. Yes, this is a worthy goal, but we’re only human!
Here’s a not-so-pretty story from my own life a few years back:
I was sitting down to supper one night with my kids (pre-iPod), when my ten year old son, E., for the second time that night, ignored my request to strap his portable CD player to his body. (For his occupational therapy, E. did therapeutic listening for a half hour each morning and evening.)
E. rose to get himself a glass of milk and the CD player slid precariously to the edge of the table.
That’s when it happened. I completely lost it – full on, crazy-woman, raised-voice, heart-pumping LOST IT. I vigorously pointed my finger at him and yelled, “THAT’S IT! YOU NEED TO TAKE CARE OF THIS NOW BEFORE YOU DO ONE MORE THING. YOU ARE PUSHING ME! WHY DO YOU KEEP PUSHING ME?! TAKE CARE OF IT RIGHT NOW!”
We stood two feet apart, his eyes wide, me breathing fast. Honestly, I felt like strangling him.
Ghost like and calm, E. turned and floated out of the room to find the belt device. I returned to my seat – heart still pounding.
I took deep breaths to regain my composure. I felt the heat of embarrassment rise in my body as my oldest son sat quietly at my side. In a matter-of-fact voice, my three year-old daughter said, “That was too loud mommy – it hurt my ears.”
When E. returned, he looked at me – a twinkle in his eye – already he’d forgiven me. With effort he pressed his hands on either side of his mouth, to keep from laughing. I couldn’t help but smile as I said, “Thank you for taking care of it,” (my Positive Discipline know-how seeping back into my consciousness).
As these words came out of my mouth laughter bubbled out too. Soon, we were all roaring. Through his giggles, E. commented “I’ve never heard you be so loud!” The laughter was healing and reassuring, like we knew I’d just been possessed by Mommy Dearest and was now back to my usual self.
As we ate and laughed some more, I said I was sorry and expressed my regret. I could tell they were eager to move on. We felt close and connected.
Jane Nelson says, “Instead of feeling guilty when you make a mistake, rejoice that you have just provided a good example for your children.”
I wish I could rejoice but I’m not there… yet. When I make a mistake, I consciously keep the guilt to a dull roar so that I have the energy and bandwidth to be present and take the opportunity to connect. Now that’s something to rejoice about!
I do lose it with my kids sometimes. Rather than brushing it under the rug, I try to do the following:
- Acknowledge my mistake with my child in a timely manner so that it’s relevant to them.
- State a brief, simple sincere apology, “I’m sorry I lost my temper with you.” What’s critically important here is that I don’t add – “but if you’d gotten the CD holder like I’d asked you to…” – this turns my apology into punishment (more on that later).
- After some time has passed I work with my child (or myself) to come up with a plan so that the explosion will be less likely to happen next time.
- Finally, there’s an element of trust and letting go, of being the best role model I possibly can and, of acceptance that I am…exquisitely… imperfect.
Do you lose it with your kids? You’re not alone. In another post I’ll share a “losing it” redo – what I learned from my triggered response and how I was able to step back and use Positive Discipline tools to make a different choice the next time. Empowering!
Share your thoughts below! The parenting journey is so much more fun when we travel it together!
What a great article, I had this happen to me just the other day and this was truly helpful to read that someone else has been there. Thank you!!
Tony you are not alone! Many folks have emailed me sharing your words exactly. Thanks for taking the time to comment!
exquisitely imperfect- that will be my new mantra…. comes on the heels of a difficult school drop off this morning and feeling excruciatingly imperfect.
“Exquisitely imperfect” is soooo perfect! Ha ha but that apparent contradiction hits it right on the nail for me.