Why is being a patient parent so hard?
Each morning I start anew. Today will be the day that I parent ALL day without yelling, raging, cursing or wishing for patience. I am so incredibly fortunate to have healthy children. How can I NOT know to parent differently? How can I not know to use a different script?
Sometimes, I actually wonder if I may be harsher than those who raised me. Why? If we repeat what we know, from where do my harsh words and impatience draw their reserve?
My best friend tells me to use empathy... to use humor where I can in disciplining. I do this effectively most of the time, yet I suspect I undermine these advanced techniques with the at least once-daily spiral into ugliness. I do not need to spank or verbally assault to encourage tears. I need only to forget that I am the adult and to act like a child myself when my children throw a tantrum. Hard to believe that I am the one with 40+ years under my belt.
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