Of late, every night before I fall asleep, I’ll tell myself to be patient and not lose my temper at the son. The very next night, I berate myself for losing it and tell myself the same thing over again. It seems repeating the mantra over and over again does not work very well.

Every night I’ll recall how sensible, considerate and sweet he is and yet, when issues arises (on hindsight, some are honestly minor) , my temper just rears its head.

And then I receive this in my mail. How timely.

I really have to learn to keep things in perspective (and from their perspectives too).


Am also reading this and this for ideas to understand the situation better.