New Mom Secrets: Sometimes I Yell at My Son

Jennie Canzoneri
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Me and Kyle in one of my finer moments
It's hard being a new mom (or even an experienced mom to a new baby) and sometimes we do things we know we shouldn't, despite what all the experts say. But this is a safe place to share your secrets—we won't tell.

This Week's Secret:

We're going through a somewhat challenging phase in my house with my 16-month-old baby. He's throwing tantrums, pitching fits, and melting down for reasons I can't quite comprehend. The wind was blowing the wrong way, maybe? The sun shining too brightly, perhaps? (I even wrote all about his tantrums for The Stir.)

I wish I could say I'm handling it all in stride and gracefully rolling with the punches, but I'm ... not always.

The other day Kyle tried to rip my glasses off for the 87th time (that could be a slight exaggeration) and I yelled at him to stop. Loudly. I was tired after working a full day, commuting, making dinner, cleaning, getting ready to work out, and telling him nicely not to hit mama or rip her glasses off.

I lost my cool, no way around it.

I wish I had handled it better. I upset Kyle, I upset myself. No one was happy, everyone was tense, and it didn't solve anything.

I also wish I could say I haven't yelled before then or since, but I have.

Sometimes the stress builds, the frustrations rise, and a shout escapes. I hate that it happens, but I can't deny it, either.

I hope at the end of the day, there's more kindness and fun and laughter than yelling and shouting and sighs. I hope I'm adult enough to apologize to Kyle when I yell, and always convey to him how much I love him, even when I make a mistake.

No mother is perfect, but we can certainly try to be better tomorrow than we sometimes are today.

Do you ever yell at your kids?


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