Why is my child so angry? My heart pounded as I asked the question. It thumped with fear. What if this doesn’t change? My mind raced with worry. What if I can’t control my child?
Just as bad: What if—because of their anger—I can’t control myself?
With each scream of my child’s lips and the pounding of fists on the tile floor, I felt myself losing control. My face flushed, my temperature rose, and my skin tingled. I’m angry, too.
Within ten seconds my child’s anger became my own. I wanted to control the situation. I wanted to control the child. I wanted to control myself, but how to do all three alluded me.
My mind flashed back to my twenty-three years of parenting. Timeouts, stern words, consequences … it’s hit or miss what worked.
What if I can’t stop my kid’s—not just today but in the future? What type of angry person will my child become? We know those type of people. The ones who take out their inner angst on the world and leave a tsunami in their wake. I knew I needed to help my kid and to do that I had to learn better to control myself first.
Click over to The Better Mom to see how to stop this anger!

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Tricia, this is not a good link.
Click over to The Better Mom to see how to stop this anger! It goes to https://thebettermom.squarespace.com/config/ and wants me to sign up to edit the website.
So very sorry about that! It should work now!
It’s working. Thanks! Sharing with my MOPS group.