I was buckling my three-year old into his car seat when he asked, “Are you angry, mommy?”
My body language, expression, and silence all told him I was mad.
I paused. I didn’t realize I was so easy to read.
Being patient and calm is beyond hard. I failed miserably this morning when breast milk spilled across the counter. It’s liquid gold, you know. Don’t spill that stuff.
But my three-year old should still be more important than a few ounces.
I really do think that I have improved my temper now that I’m nearing the one year mark of becoming a SAHM. But I still have a long way to go.
On the flip side, Dom is a very thoughtful kid, quick to give a hug, say sorry, tells me how much he loves me, dotes on his baby sister, adores his dad, talks on and on about cousins and grandparents, and when he feels grateful, that kid is full of thank yous.
“Oh mom! Thank you! Thank you for making the water sooooo warm in the bath. Thank you!”