Let’s Talk About Anger


Have you ever locked horns with a four-year-old? I am not proud to admit that I do all the time. I am the Mom, the adult in the room for most of the day. I out-rank them and should know better than to get involved in petty squabbles. But, instead of rising above it and leading by example, I elevate the situation to DEFCON 1 when I bring myself to their level for a showdown. “My name is Pistol-Packin’-Mama and this pile of Legos ain’t big enough for the three of us.” The little infractions add up. Incessant reminders to pick up toys or eat an entire meal or to stop picking on their sibling, they all chip away at the facade of my put together, cheerful, patient, mom persona. When it all comes gaping apart, I have a conniption. Through gritted teeth, my voice low and quiet I offer yet another instruction, more forceful this time, so there is no mistaking my seriousness:

“Clean your room. You are just standing there. Please pick up something with one of your hands and put it in the bucket.”

With each iteration, the back of my neck gets hotter, and my jaw clenches.

Why won’t they just do what I tell them when I tell them…like good little soldiers?

I jest. Sort-of. Of course, I want my kids to think for themselves; the issue is that my kids are not listening to me.  That makes me angry. I also worry.

How will I make them respect me?

Do they respect me?

If I don’t get a handle on this now, what is it going to be like when they are teenagers?

I am ashamed at how they act at times; I fear that reflects poorly on my parenting.

There is a driving force, stemming from perfectionism that pushes me to have well-behaved children. I want them to be respectable in public and with other people, to think of the needs of others, and to be obedient but, this drive has nothing to do with them and everything to do with my image as a capable mother.

A few days ago I said that I’m angry because I’ve invested so much of myself into thinking that perfectionism can save me, define me, and validate me. It can’t. Anger always comes when I’ve been duped.

Furthermore, there is an insidiousness to perfectionism that causes me to think that the problem is never with me. I prefer to pin my troubles on something or someone outside my control. This has got to change because if I want to be an authentic person, it means owning my stake in life, whether it is good or bad.

Changing my mindset is the first step in transforming how I deal with life.

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8 thoughts on “Let’s Talk About Anger

  1. I struggle here too. I found limiting their play things helped, I put a lot into labelled storage & they cycled thru as they get bored, but the stuff that’s out now has to be put away first. With the teens I simply pick it up if they don’t & put into a rubbish bag. Potentially the first couple of times this will be expensive (I did hide the supporter’s tops etc that I wasn’t willing to toss) but it helps. With one all I need to do now is offer him the rubbish bag.


    1. Great idea with the rubbish bag. I bet that feels gratifying to just hand them the bag and have them deal with their belongings. I hope it makes them think about what they have and if they feel it is worth caring a little bit more about. I may have to use this one when mine get older.


  2. So much self-awareness that it’s inspiring! And believe me, I feel your pain mama…I’m in the same boat as you regarding anger, perfectionism and procrastination! Blessings to you and the firm conviction that everything is unfolding in your inner and out worlds in the perfect time, space and sequence. 🌈❤️✨🙏🏻


    1. Self-awareness, for me at least, comes with time and space…a luxury I don’t afford myself nearly as often as I would like. I know that being aware of something that needs to change is a large portion of the battle won…take comfort in that. Showing up with your battle gear on is huge. Thank you for reading and your kind words.

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