Yelling

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I’ll be the first person to admit that I am not a perfect mom, not even close. I sometimes lose my cool and fly off the handle, especially since the twins were born. The stress of raising the twins 24/7/365 without a break and essentially no adult contact other than my husband is overwhelming at times. I do my best to chug along, but sometimes I yell. I don’t want to, I regret it immediately, but it happens.

I didn’t ever really yell at Luke, I didn’t have the need to I guess, and my stress level was much lower. It’s no surprise that he is the kindest, most polite little kid I know. I’m seriously afraid that if I continue to yell sometimes, that the twins will turn out to be holy terrors for the rest of their lives. So, no more yelling. I will do my absolute best to never yell. I cannot guarantee that it won’t ever happen again, but I’m going to try!

This is my thinking; I know that I wouldn’t like it very much if someone yelled at me. In fact, I’d probably cry. Or worse, think they were mean. It must be difficult to have someone barking orders at you everyday. If someone was telling me to sit on a potty every fifteen minutes or to eat my broccoli, I would be defiant too. But that’s part of toddlerhood. I need to tell them how to do things because that’s my job, but I don’t need to yell at them when they aren’t perfect. If I am yelling at them, it is showing them that having a tantrum is ok.

I recently started trying to talk to them about their behaviors, and it seems to help. If one of them does something that is a no-no I get down on their level and tell them I understand that they are frustrated or that they want something, but they do not need to behave that way. They may not express themselves very well at this age, but they do understand what I am saying. Most of the time, the behavior stops and they move on. This has helped their behavior immensely (especially Will). I’m not saying that they still don’t act out and do things that make me completely insane sometimes, but they do it a little less. Even when we are out, Will is much less likely to run off than before.

Cheers to taking a deep breath, counting to ten, and keeping it together!

Until our next adventure,

Moving Mommy