Hi, friend! I am so glad you have stopped by my little corner of the internet. I hope you’ll take some time to look around and join our wonderful community of moms here as we learn to be better moms together!
Hi, friend! I am so glad you have stopped by my little corner of the internet. I hope you’ll take some time to look around and join our wonderful community of moms here as we learn to be better moms together!
Anger is an emotion that I am all too familiar with. I grew up in a house full of anger and carried that with me when I left the home for my undergraduate studies at Washington State University. I was a mess. It was there, nearly 20 years ago, my anger was confronted by the gentle love of Jesus and my life has never been the same.
My anger as a mother is something I am deeply ashamed of. I'm objective enough to know that I am a good mother to these children.
But sometimes - where does it come from? - from within me erupt these raging, explosive, barking words. I know the second the words leave my mouth that I'm sorry. That - no matter how just my cause - I have lost my temper. Again.
In the past three years John and I have adopted seven children from foster care, which means we've had to deal with a lot of angry kids.
Anger displays itself in many ways. I've had children yelling, screaming, kicking, fighting, and throwing things. I've seen looks of pure hatred directed at me. (I know the meaning of “if looks can kill”!)
I've been told things like, “You're not my mom!” “I'm going to call my caseworker!” and “I want to leave!” Anger has been directed at me, my husband, and our other kids.
I've learned that anger stinks, and anger doesn't make anyone feel good—
No one ever wants to admit that they have the red thread of anger running through their story.
It's a confession that comes with a crimson shade of embarrassment, guilt, confusion, and frustration.
