I really hadn't meant to yell. But
aftermath of it lay before me. My son was a wimpering mess on
floor and my daughter sat statue-like on
chair in front of me.As I sat there considering my next move, it occurred to me that I needed to do something quickly. The deafening sound of silence reminded all of us that an ugly moment had just occurred. And a voice inside me continued to insist that my kids were at fault.
"OK, you two, I'm sorry I yelled like that, what a dumb thing to do!" As I moved toward my son, it became evident that he wanted no part of me. "Get away from me!" he shouted.
I thought better of telling him not to yell at me, so I did
only thing I could think of doing. "Crabby Daddy is back," I proclaimed as I transformed my hands into pincers and crawled in crab-like fashion towards them. "I love to yell at children, then eat them!"
My son continued to yell at me to go away, but now he was laughing and crying simultaneously. My mission to undo
damage my yelling had caused was underway. I’d been able to recover quickly this time, but I knew that this moment would be remembered for awhile.
Most importantly, I wanted to remember what had really happened. What happened was that I wasn’t disciplined. I failed to control my emotions in a way that my children could emulate.
Were my children misbehaving? Absolutely. Is there a part of me that wants to blame them and let them know how badly they were acting? No question. But this is
part of me that serves my ego. It shows my children how to avoid responsibility and blame others. It’s not my “best self.”
And it’s our best self which we must always search for when we’re with our children.
Our kids don’t need perfect parents, and they won’t get them. But they do need parents who strive to get better. I’m reminded of
words of Emerson, who said, “When a man lives with God, his voice shall be as sweet as
murmur of
brook and
rustle of
corn.”