I don’t know about you but I never planned to be the kind of parent that shouted at my children.
I planned to be chilled, calm, patient and kind.
Yet I found that my anger and impatience would boil up like a pressure cooker.
And I’d wind up shouting.
It would usually be after I’d asked the kids what felt like 10 times to do something routine and they’d ignored me.
Or maybe it was in response to incessant whining when they had to so something they didn’t want to do.
Does this sound familiar?
I felt that shouting was my only option - "what choice do I have if they only respond when I shout?"
I was walking along the street one day with Alice, my youngest when she was 3.
We witnessed a little boy banging his bike into his mother who screamed at him ‘Look what you are doing, why are you so clumsy!!!’
It seemed like an over-reaction to me, so I said in passing ‘I think that mum is having a bad day’
Alice stopped and looked up at me...