Is it ever ok to yell?

I yelled last night.

I woke up about 3am and realized I hadn’t written it down in my yelling journal. Somewhere around 5am, I decided to turn insomnia into #5club. I got up and began to write.

What did I yell about?

That’s the interesting part. I was so loud and over the top that my husband came in the room to make sure I wasn’t about to go crazy.

He gave me the look – the one that says he’s not impressed with my behavior and thinks I need to get control of myself.

Hubby: What is going on and why did you yell like that?
Me: Watty has a knife in his hand.
Hubby: And?
Me: He was about to run his fingers down the sharp side of the serrated bread knife.

At that point, my husband’s look changed completely. He gave my son the “stop being so foolish” look.

(I’m willing to bet you’ve already decided that yelling was completely justified.  The word “knife” does that, doesn’t it.)

Hubby: Then he would have learned a painful lesson.

(That statement alone explains the difference between moms and dads. Seriously.)

Watty is in fourth grade. I had tasked him with clearing the dinner dishes while I was loading the dishwasher. When I did so, I asked him to just leave the big bread knife on the table.

He didn’t.

yelling works better

He picked the thing up and had that look in his eyes. It’s the one that boys get when they are about to do something incredibly foolish. (I only have boys, so I’m not sure if girls have a similar look. I do know that girls do foolish things too. I remember.)

I was already shutting off the water in an attempt to get to my son before the foolish happened. I wasn’t fast enough.

My son was about to do something dangerous and I could NOT get to him fast enough.

He put his hand around the blade -the sharp side with all the jagged teeth. Then he began to move the blade against his skin.

So I yelled “STOP.”

This is a case of justified yelling.

It wasn’t done in anger. It was done in panic. My voice moves faster than my feet. I yelled to stop the foolish.
My son still gave me the hurt puppy eyes. He doesn’t like it when I yell. He’s not fond of loud startling sounds of any kind. But he DID put the knife down.

By that point, my hands were dry and I was standing right next to him.

I have two separate sets of stiches in my fingers. Both are from kitchen knives. I have an impressive scar from one of those accidents. The other left me with a numb fingertip.

I showed him my scars and told him the gruesome details about both of them. I even explained the finer details of what a serrated versus non-serrated knife does. (I have a VERY intimate understanding of that point. I’ll spare you the details.)

Realistically… foolish happens.

It’s part of raising kids.

And sometimes, it’s ok to yell.

Get social:
Susan Baker
I have a passion for encouraging weary worn out mothers to find joy in everyday motherhood and peace in unlikely places. I have two elementary school boys, one nerdy husband, and two cats. I have a strange fascination for bad puns, the color pink, socks, and books. I worry about running out of toilet paper, wine, and chocolate.. I serve an amazing God. I live an ordinary life filled with wonder.
Susan Baker
Susan Baker

Latest posts by Susan Baker (see all)

Comments

  1. You know what this post made me think of… My oldest who is almost ten barely raises his voice at his siblings. However, when Zeva is about to do something that will cause her to get hurt or make a royal mess he’ll yell. Otherwise, he’s always calm and collected with dealing with his siblings.

    He’s going to make a wonderful father one day.
    Crystal Green recently posted..Sounds Taken For GrantedMy Profile

  2. {Kathy} Yes! I looked over at my 10 year old yesterday as he decided it was a good idea to place his finger in the part of the Vitamix that spins. Needless to say, my fire alarm mouth when off and I scarred, I mean, scared him nicely.
    Mothering From Scratch recently posted..moms need some blessed time aloneMy Profile

Speak Your Mind

*

CommentLuv badge
Social media & sharing icons powered by UltimatelySocial
Copy Protected by Chetan's WP-Copyprotect.
%d bloggers like this: