If you're new to my journal, you'll need to know, and you're soon to discover, that I'm very open and honest. I'm not ashamed of my flaws, per se. They're part of me, and they're things that I work on. This post is about my temper.
On two different occasions, today, I got upset with Heather and so I raised my voice. I wouldn't go so far as to say that I was yelling, but it was clear that I'd gotten angry and that I was using my anger to communicate something to Heather. In front of Raziel, my two-and-a-half year old son.
Raziel is an amazing child, though. He said, loudly enough for me to hear, "Daddy, daddy, daddy! Don't be angry!" each time. It's just what I need, just what I've begged Heather to do. To remind me that I don't need to communicate with anger (because I forget this when I get angry). Instantly, I began communicating normally again, telling Rozz that it was all okay and thanking him for reminding me. And then explaining to Heather what I was angry about.
I'm a very luck man. I've got a feeling that Rozz is going to grow up to truly be someone special. I know that all parents think this. We'll see; I've got a few years of teaching/training/providing him yet to go...
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