So, my Dad and Brother came for a visit last week–and, overall, it was a success. The kids love their “cool” Uncle Kai who is unattached at 42 years-old–no wife, no kids, few responsibilities–and TONS of fun (tube sock wars, music video making, hide-and-seek).
Well, we went bowling, and, since this was a holiday weekend, and the rules went out the window when the guests arrived, I let my kids have soda (which they have about twice a month).
At that moment, my Brother (vegetarian, hipster, musician) thought it a good idea to tell me that I shouldn’t let them have soda because it’s too much sugar and “look at what it’s causing” (referring to my five year-old’s tantrum).
It didn’t take me long to unleash my temper on him and let him know–in a few choice words–that his opinion wasn’t needed–or wanted. It even scared me to feel so out of control.
So, what was it? After discussing the matter with a friend, I realized he had hit me where it hurt–parenting. It’s something I gave up a career to pursue and something in which I take a great deal of pride.
I realized it’s my trigger, and it’s a boundary that, when crossed, I explode.
It made me wonder what others’ triggers are: Career? Money? Past bad choices?
And, it made me realize we can become quite irrational when someone hits one.
So, now that I’m aware of it, I can’t plead ignorance the next time someone “crosses the boundary” with me. I have to take responsibility for myself–and my reaction.