I grew up in a family of shouters. My Dad shouted for everything. And now, I shout at my son, for EVERY little thing. Seeing him cringe in fear is the constant reminder that I've failed as a parent. My husband likes to tell me that it is never too late to change. But...outside of cutting my tongue off, I am truly struggling to change this part about me. The quick bursts of anger and impatience directed towards me were the things I hated most as a child, and now I am repeating the cycle with my children. I am terrified that this attitude of mine will shape their perception of all women.
