Sometimes moms throw tantrums, too: 5 ways to deal with emotional earthquakes

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  • jeanie orem, UT
    Jan. 25, 2014 11:23 a.m.


    I got the second mess cleaned up with the newly wrung-out towels and plunged the toilet.

    Years later my son (the guilty one) asked why I threw the plunger out the front door. I told him (mostly in jest) it was the plunger or him.

    Now my kids are teenagers and young adults. This is one of their favorites stories to tell. I remind them that the reason it is so memorable is I didn't often loose it so completely.

    Moms are human and we have limits. It's good for kids to know that and, handled well, like the previous comment from the mom of 9, can bring us closer.

  • jeanie orem, UT
    Jan. 25, 2014 11:14 a.m.

    My husband was out of town leaving me alone with 5 young kids. I was already very tired when a series of events happened within 30 minutes that threw me.

    A neighborhood friend fell into the back of the couch and broke it during a friendly shoving match. The back now sagged. Within minutes a panicked son exited a nearby bathroom announcing the toilet was flooding, followed immediately by the sound of pouring water. In desperation I grabbed paper towels and began throwing them on the floor which simply melted into the dirty water.

    After ordering the kids to grab towels I got the mess cleaned up only to have this same child forget the toilet was still plugged. A mere few minutes later when I was wringing out (all the towels we owned) we heard the sound of pouring water again, now flooding out into the hall and seeping into the floorboards. I ran in and....lost it. I grabbed the closest thing, the plunger, and threw in out the front door after saying a notsocarefully chosen word. As I returned to the bathroom I realized I needed that plunger and had to ask my son to retrieve it for me.

  • fowersjl Farmington, Utah
    Jan. 24, 2014 5:43 p.m.

    Raising nine children was certainly challenging, but the most challenging time came when one of those much loved children died. My grief was so overwhelming (and still is many years later), that I went down in the basement and screamed until I was hoarse. But, for some reason it helped. Then I had to go apologize to all my other children one by one. Strangely enough, that brought us closer together. Apologizing and asking for forgiveness can be a tie that binds like no other.