When I was younger, I always knew that I wanted to be two things in life: a teacher and a mom. The first came true for me as I taught swimming throughout my high school and university summers. In 1991, after three long years of trying, I finally realized my dream of being a mom! Giving birth to my daughter, this beautiful bundle of love and joy, was an unforgettable moment in my life, as was the miraculous birth of my son just 19 months later. It wasn’t until I became a parent that I realized that my most sought after desires were so connected.nnAs my children grew through the infancy, toddler, nursery, grade school, and middle school years, I began to see how important a role model I was for them, and I did the best I could with the knowledge that I had; however, the increased stress that accompanied this new role was sometimes difficult, and I believed at that time that it was my children who caused some of the stress and discontentment in my life!nnOne day, I sent my son to his room for misbehaving, and he was so mad at having to stay in his room that he began to slam his door . . . repeatedly! I could feel my blood boiling as I rushed to the bottom of the stairs and yelled at the top of my lungs for him to stop. I realized in that moment that I was acting in a way I vowed that I never would, but something came over me that was so strong and uncontrollable that I couldn’t stop.nnI remember another experience with my daughter when she was three. She had very proudly made her bed before going to nursery school, and as I went about my morning routine, I straightened out her bed. My godmother was visiting us, and as she witnessed what I had done, she said, “Don’t you think she’s going to notice that she didn’t make her bed that way when she gets home? What she will take from that is that she didn’t make it good enough for you. Who needs the bed neat and tidy, you or her?” She then commented, “There is no need to worry, Jo-Anne. By the time she is 30, she will know how to make up a bed!” I laughed at the silliness but also saw the huge message that I was sending my daughter. The notion of having to be perfect was my issue!nnSo many times I had a rough day at work, was exhausted from running on the treadmill of life, was frustrated with having to do it all myself as a single mom, or was heavy with worries about money or relationships issues. My kids might have wanted to share something exciting with me, needed some attention, or were maybe fighting with each other, and I would react by either yelling at them or withdrawing. Then I would feel guilty for my behavior, but it was too late—the damage had already been done. I love my children with all my heart, and my intention was never to hurt them.nnOthers have shared similar experiences with me, and I have compassion for them as I know that I, too, was behaving the only way I knew how. I have witnessed, both privately and publicly, the emotional and physical abuse that takes place on a regular basis in our world, and we need to do something to break this cycle.nnWe teach our children how to behave by our example, and the cycle we are continuing could be one that we learned as a child. We have long forgotten or maybe buried how we felt as children when we were yelled at, scolded, or felt disapproval, disappointment, or lack of love from our parents. I believe our children are experiencing the same thing now and that they can’t find the voice, any more than we could, to say to us, “Please don’t yell at me—that doesn’t feel good” or “ Mom, Dad, why are you always disappointed in me? Why won’t you listen to me? Why can’t you love me just the way I am?” nnI know that my life became easier and less stressed when I took responsibility for my feelings and saw how I imposed those feelings onto my kids: the control, resentment, projection of anger, the shutdown, disapproval, and disappointment, all because they weren’t doing what I wanted them to or behaving the way I thought they should. In wanting to be the best parent I could be, I started to take a good look within myself and through the eyes of my children. My mentor helped me to see how I could have done things differently and how my behavior and reactions impacted how they behaved . . . not only as children, but how my behavior created a template that they would follow when they became parents themselves. I saw how I was a container of all sorts of feelings that I had never felt safe enough to express, and when my children, or anyone else, for that matter, triggered me, all of those unfelt emotions exploded out of me, and I, of course, blamed them! I had continued a cycle of unhealthy behavior, and I wanted to do it differently.nnI am no different than any other parent and thought I was doing a great job, and I was! I was doing the best I could with what I knew. My children and I now joke about the fact that they didn’t come complete with a manual, and I fully admit to them that I’m not perfect! I am open to listening to my children now, and when they feel me getting agitated (remember, I’m not perfect) or when my “recovering control freak” side starts to rear its ugly head, my children feel safe to point it out, which reminds me that I am stepping back into my old patterns. This is my issue to take care of and to let go of. It feels good to be able to laugh now at my own behavior, and I am grateful and continually thank my children for sharing their observations. nnThere is a familiar phrase that says, “When the student is ready, the teacher will appear.” nnOur children can teach us so much if we let them express themselves and create a safe place for them to share their feelings and when we try not to take their expressions personally or view them as a sign of disrespect or back talk. nnI can honestly say that I don’t yell at my kids anymore. I am so blessed to have such wonderful children, as we all are—they are such gifts, and mine taught me how to look at and take ownership of how I showed up in life. Once I shifted, everything in my life did as well! It’s an ongoing process for me to healthily take care of my emotions, and it is so clear to me now that my ultimate desires of being a mom and a teacher had to occur in that order: to learn how to be the best mom I could be so that I could teach my children. This has inspired our family to break the cycle.nn** This article is one of 101 great articles that were published in 101 Great Ways to Improve Your Life. To get complete details on “101 Great Ways to Improve Your Life”, visit
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