The power of words.
As this image came up when I was scrolling through my Instagram feed, I felt my heart sink.
This- the hurt that you see in the child’s face, the words coming out of the older persons mouth, how powerful, how true— how many times have I done this exact same thing to my children?
Guilt washed over me, sadness- and regret.
How is telling my child that I don’t have time for their bad attitude that they have, doing them any good.
How is it doing me any good?!
Reacting in this way not only hurts them- it hurts me.
I have time for their attitude.
When things get frustrating for them- I have time.
This is what being a parent means, to make time.
I always try to take a breath/moment or two before talking to my kids when a frustrating situation comes up for them.
I don’t always succeed in doing that every time.
But is what I am working on.
It is I that need correcting in attitude before I go to them and correct them.
I don’t want to burden their hearts and minds with memories of mom being short with them.
There is always a choice in having a loving attitude rather then a short temper.