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Sometimes, I let myself step right into the bear trap.
And it happens that fast, one minute strolling along on a regular day, generally happy and busy, then CRACK, it snaps.
And in shock and surprise I feel the tremor of frustration and anger race right through me.
And in shock and dull recognition of this familiar path I watch it play out, once again.
The whipcord (figuratively speaking people, sheesh!) of cold anger, splaying out of the reel toward circumstances that really, in so many ways are beyond my control (hence, my frustation) but are not beyond my influence.
And that is the sharp pointed teeth of this bear trap, digging into my heart, my soul, my self.
Sigh.
It can snap as fast as a light switch flipping on.
Only sometimes do I get the warnings, the signs and signals that I’d better watch out, there are bear traps set about….
It’s so frustrating: when I fail to control that temper, when I respond to this particular, well known bear trap. It’s my job to stay calm, to get dead calm, when the one who needs me most gets so out of control. She needs me to not respond to the many buttons pushed, to the lashing attempts to provoke me, or anyone in range. When she gets like this, it is in so many ways and on so many levels, literally, physiologically, out of her control. We all know this by now.
And yet. It is hard some days. It is tiring. I fail. (See becca, is it Friday already?) And as I am the one home around the clock, I am the safest one and thus the one that gets the full brunt of it. And most days I can do well to work through it. Most days I am the one who can calm and weather the storm and understand it as well as it can be understood. It is my duty, my honor, to do so.
The trap is sprung. The day goes on. We pick up and begin again.
>Oh, sweet mama… I love you! I had a particularly hard parenting day yesterday, and tomorrow one of my confessions (here’s a sneak preview- remind me if I forget) is about my anger sometimes… aaarrrrgggg (my own bear trap). But I’m glad you confessed it first… your frustrations… that helps me!!! You are such a dear friend… praying for no bear traps today… lovebecca
>Every mama in the universe feels this one. The woods are thick with the nasty things.Try singing. Seriously. Instead of calm, or coldness, try singing, and sing something really silly as you walk away. You can come back later. But Satan can stand anything but ridicule. So … Go a bit bonkers and unexpected and goofy. See if that works. It can … on some traps …(see this scar on my ankle?)
>Yuck, the very familiar bear trap.But I do LOVE the other commenter’s idea to sing. I have got to remember to try that one.