Now, I know this scene will sound familiar: “After asking her to put her shoes on for the 700th time to no avail, I grabbed the shoes and tried to put them on her myself. ‘NO! I DO IT!’ she screamed and swatted my hand away,” writes Katie Garrity in a new piece. “And that was the cherry on top of my ruined rug, broken A/C unit, eggs on the floor, work deadlines, no-good-very-bad-day, and I snapped at my kid. I stood over her, pointed my finger, and screamed, ‘PUT YOUR SHOES ON — NOW!’” At which point her kid burst into tears.
She immediately felt guilty, like a terrible mom. But what matters is what comes next, and she’s got some guidance for how to take a deep breath, center yourself, and take things down a notch. Give it a read.
— Kelly Faircloth, Executive Editor |
