WELLBEING → FAMILY REFLECTIONS Issue 756 · April 10, 2019

Losing It

Most of us are pleasant people— until someone starts up with us

Losing It

Most of us are pleasant people — until someone starts up with us

“I
only have so much patience. When my 5-year-old doesn’t want to wear anything I pull out of the closet for her on Shabbos morning, I start off with sympathy and understanding. ‘You don’t like this one, honey? Okay. How about this one? No? How about that one then?’ But when I’ve gone through all the options and I’ve got other children to take care of and she’s now lying on the floor screaming, well then, I just lose it. I don’t know how to keep my cool when my kids lose theirs!”

We’re determined to stay calm even when one particular child challenges our peace of mind and our nervous system before leaving the house each morning. We’ve thought about it many times. We’ve prayed for strength. And then, sensing our resolve, this youngster scratches just a little below the surface in exactly the right spot to reduce us once again to a babbling parent-puddle despite all our foresightedness.

“Everyone knows me as a very ‘together’ person. And yet my husband can easily unhinge me. Usually it happens when I complain to him about something. Let’s say I’m annoyed because he didn’t get the kids into bed when I went out for the evening. I start off by greeting him warmly when I get back and asking him how things went (although I can figure it out from watching the kids running around half-dressed and half-eaten plates still sitting on the table and a mess of toys and books strewn everywhere). I’ll put the kids to bed myself, clean up the mess and then, around 11 p.m., when he’s reading quietly in the study, I’ll ever-so-gently ask him if I can speak to him for a moment.

“I use the ‘sandwich’ style of correction, starting off by thanking him for watching the kids and then asking him if he can please make sure they’re in bed by nine next time and then ending off with more praise and appreciation. Unfortunately, none of this ever helps. When he hears the one little complaint, he turns on me. “You don’t get them into bed by nine every night so I don’t know why you’re asking me to do it!” and so on.

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