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Happy Parents Know That Resentment Poisons a Family

Dec 17, 2013

Resentment is a mother’s greatest occupational hazard. You know what resentment is. It starts when you begin talking through clenched teeth. I call it the “Wouldn’t you think somebody in this house would…” syndrome.

Wouldn’t you think that…

* someone else could hang up a towel?

* he would call if he wasn’t coming home for dinner?

* they would appreciate all my efforts?

* someone would notice that I am exhausted and overwhelmed?

Motherhood can be such a shock. Before your first child is born, you may dream about being a mother but no one is prepared for labor, delivery and those first weeks and months of sleeplessness and anxiety. My daughter Maggie, who delivered her baby girl, Evangeline Pearl, last week is right in the middle of this shock to the system. In order to survive, you need to go out and refuel, even if it is just for a walk around the block without your baby.

Meet Evangeline! The sweetest baby girl and just a day old here. 

Sometimes we mothers persevere, working diligently to reach the end of that long to-do list, not realizing it will never be completed and not recognizing how uptight, how resentful, we are.

If you serve your family resentment for meals, it will poison them .

Resentment is in the tone of your voice when you respond to a toddler who will not let go of your leg and who has been whining, “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy”.

Resentment is a spoiler. No matter how hard you are working, if you are filled with resentment, you negate your efforts. Your negative mood permeates the atmosphere in which you are supposed to be nurturing your family.

Resentment is a romance killer. Anger and love can’t survive easily side by side.

You can’t raise happy children if you are resentful. They sense your resentment , not your love .

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