Sometimes kids piss me off. I'm very angry. I want to yell, cry, throw and punish. And then I leave. I just leave the room, run out of the apartment, take a break and ask myself the following questions, after which I can speak calmly, give love and not punish anyone, including myself. Question 1.✅Why do I want to scold my children now? The answers are very different, but as a rule they boil down to the fact that either they do not correspond to my ideals of kindness, good manners, calmness and accuracy. Or they do something that will make me spend extra time of my life on cleaning, repairing, buying, and exchanging my pleasures for this). Question 2.✅What pleasure of mine is now being hindered by my beloved children? Usually this is shopping, quiet walks , telephone conversations, writing articles, reading a book, etc. And after this question, my insatiable inner esthetician transfers primacy to ethics, which is not alien to the sense of responsibility and the principle of reality. Question 3.✅What seeds will I now sow into the soil of our future relationships with children and what kind of mother will they then remember and describe to their therapist? Do I want to grow such seedlings in the space of eternity?) Question 4.✅What am I teaching my children now? Children always learn from their parents how to react and cope. If I scream, then they will scream too. Will my guys stomp their feet hysterically😁 and scream loudly at their little children🙊? Wow! Question 5.✅How are my children doing with me? Usually we worry about how we are with someone, we worry about ourselves, complain, swear, make accusations. And usually, at this feast of emotions, we rarely think about how others are now and whether they have found themselves at someone else’s feast and are desperately looking for a way out. Then I calm down, come and we have a dialogue. It is dialogue, trialogue, quadrilogue... And not my righteous monologue. These are my beloved little children and I want to protect them and give them love. But sometimes I still don’t have time to jump out and can shout, without ever calling me names. But for them it is rather safe, since my children are sure that I love them very much. Despite everything!!! #motherhood.