“Rage can kill you.”
This was what my eight-year-old boy told me one Monday evening. I went home that day; saw the house nearly in chaos; and expressed my disappointed to my three boys. Surprised with my sudden rage, my boys were like superorganisms working and moving very fast to please their silly mother.
After we had our dinner, my Bunso approached this mother and said, “Do you know that rage can kill you? Because you keep on shouting, you will feel something like difficulty breathing and before you know it, you die already. We can’t bring your life back, mama. So next time, when you want things to be done, tell them to us in a rather soft and easy manner — just like how you talk to us. Your rage will never do good.”
He caressed my hands and smiled at me. I smiled back but remained still. I wasn’t prepared to hear those words from my son.
Another big lesson learned.
* January 22, 2014 was the day I wrote this post. A good reminder to this mama who still acts crazy from time to time. I still haven’t learned.