“I’m sorry. I love you. I’m sorry. I love you.”
It’s been a year since I wrote for 30 consecutive days about positive parenting. I’ve listened to podcasts, read books, and, just this afternoon, consulted with some of the best parents I know.
And I lost my shit and yelled at my sons tonight.
I was in the bathroom reflecting on how well things were working out when my younger son came in without permission. I hadn’t even shut the door, but I could not handle the intrusion. Cursing and stomping and demanding respect, I yelled at my older son for no damn reason at all.
I closed myself in my room and one minute didn’t pass before I realized I had been taking things personally all day. Don Miguel Ruiz even posted about this Agreement today.
“I’m sorry. I love you. I’m sorry. I love you. That was all about me, none of it is your fault.”
There’s only forward. We sleep tonight and have something to share with the therapist tomorrow. We get back to being loving and amazing. We get back to what we do best.
God bless and thank you for reading,
Jason
