Sometimes I feel it rising up in me like a bubble, one that I try to swallow down with a deep breath and a smile. But that does not always work. Especially when lunch and milk end up on the floor after an attempt to make a break down the driveway after unprompted yelling in the car. Especially when one more ignored request goes by.

In that moment, I feel myself be the parent I don’t want to be and before I get down a deep breath, I raise my voice and lose my cool.  Add in some sleep deprivation, and it’s the perfect conditions for a not proud parenting moment. 

And why? To get the blocks put away? For something that really, truly does not matter?

But today is a new day, which luckily for me means a clean state, two happy kids and some perspective. 

Published by Caroline Mitchell Carrico

I am a writer, mom, and museum enthusiast in Memphis. Also a fan of reading all the words, cooking all the vegetables, and watching all my kids' soccer games.

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