forgiven. and loved.
I yelled at my son. and a haunting, deep sense of shame was weighing heavily on my heart as I stared blankly at the bare, white wall of my room two hours later.
few people know this about me, but I yell. once a little girl with shy manners I believe I developed a loud, unflattering voice and a full octave range increase the day both boys started running in opposite directions at the mall.
Sean was sleeping soundly when I scooped him up in the middle of the night and carried him to bed with me. he tossed and turned and groaned, his lips half open, and eventually woke up as if he knew I was watching him.
"I'm so sorry I yelled at you today" I softly whispered in his ear.
"It's okay Mommy, I'm sorry I broke the car" he said, holding out his arms.
we cuddled and talked about animals and rockets and what we want to do when we are big people. our eyes dancing with fun. and quietly fell asleep making spoons and holding hands. grateful. forgiven. and loved.
Reader Comments (29)
don't forget to forgive yourself.
one of the reasons that i wrote you offline, was for your complete honesty about your experience as a mother. exposing yourself to potential criticism can't be easy, yet you let us know the hardships, the sweetness and most of all, what you.FEEL.
thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Be happy, Irene.
I know some say it's okay, that sometimes you need to raise your voice to let them know you mean business, and I think that's true to an extent. But sometimes we yell because we're frustrated and angry and tired and we just want to yell. And that's not the best thing for our kids. Knowing the difference and saying sorry the way you did makes you a pretty awesome mama.
It's a good reminder for all of us.