Every mom gets pushed to the edge sometimes. I know I do! It starts small and then builds little by little until all of a sudden I find myself on the edge and falling fast. In a split second, something flies out of my mouth in a tone that is far from patient and loving. I feel the heat of my frustration all over. A few seconds later, I feel the desire to shrink and hide from the shame. I am an overwhelmed mom.
How could I have said that? I think. What will that do to my kids’ tender hearts? As regret overtakes me, I rapidly think of all the woulda, coulda, shouldas of that moment. I know I am not alone. Most moms find themselves in this place at some point.