I would say that I am a pretty good mom, I am patient and kind. I have compassion and energy. I am resourceful and dedicated to my family. I love to teach and sing and be silly. I am a bit of a perfectionist. DH and I believe in AP and really enjoy raising our kids this way. I know I don't have to be perfect ( don't want my kids to have unrealistic expectations of their future wives) LOL but I try to do my best to be a good role model in my home and community. So what is the problem?
I have rage, deep down. I was raised in a voilent home and the scars are there. Some people might say, "I can't imagine hurting my kids" but I can. Never my baby but my two year old. (Please do not worry I am not going too hurt him) That is why I am writing here to get my thoughts out. Tonight my DH is at work and after a fun day I am nursing my 8 month old. My nipples are sore and painful and I a want him to sleep and off me. My 2 yo is trying to fall asleep beside us. He is trying to stroke David's (baby) hair which wakes him up. Then he says cuddle me mommy and tries to get close to me, I start feeling angry. I feel trapped and angry, "please move over, mommy's hot" he cuddles closer, "but I love you mommy" I get angrier . . . Why can't he listen!!!!!! Nipples throb . . . It goes on and on. I start to imagine what probably was done to me. Calling him a name, grabbing him roughly, shoving him out in the hall and slamming the door, or if I was really out of control slapping his butt as I sent him packing, hitting him, yelling.
So I have to stop myself, I chant "that which is the most important must never give way to that which is the least important" Least important - my rage and most important - my child. It is hard. Selflove and selflessness are important parenting tools. I get angriest when I am self-indulgent. When I think that I deserve to get angry, when I want to put my needs first, when I feel sorry for myself.
Parenting is a blessing and a definate avenue for self-improvement.
Sat Nam
I have rage, deep down. I was raised in a voilent home and the scars are there. Some people might say, "I can't imagine hurting my kids" but I can. Never my baby but my two year old. (Please do not worry I am not going too hurt him) That is why I am writing here to get my thoughts out. Tonight my DH is at work and after a fun day I am nursing my 8 month old. My nipples are sore and painful and I a want him to sleep and off me. My 2 yo is trying to fall asleep beside us. He is trying to stroke David's (baby) hair which wakes him up. Then he says cuddle me mommy and tries to get close to me, I start feeling angry. I feel trapped and angry, "please move over, mommy's hot" he cuddles closer, "but I love you mommy" I get angrier . . . Why can't he listen!!!!!! Nipples throb . . . It goes on and on. I start to imagine what probably was done to me. Calling him a name, grabbing him roughly, shoving him out in the hall and slamming the door, or if I was really out of control slapping his butt as I sent him packing, hitting him, yelling.
So I have to stop myself, I chant "that which is the most important must never give way to that which is the least important" Least important - my rage and most important - my child. It is hard. Selflove and selflessness are important parenting tools. I get angriest when I am self-indulgent. When I think that I deserve to get angry, when I want to put my needs first, when I feel sorry for myself.
Parenting is a blessing and a definate avenue for self-improvement.
Sat Nam







Just to be sure!
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My issues *aren't* her issues.
I think (and my therapist tells me 
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I know, but it's there, always, in the back of my mind. So the guilt can be crushing.
: I realized that my anger was from my own guilt for leaving them alone to play with that, while I was browsing on MDC yesterday morning.
: And so, it completely diffused the situation because I was no longer angry with them...and my guilt, in that situation was reasonable. But I didn't yell. So I had no reason to feel guilty or angry towards them. Did that make any sense?
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