reflecting

Part of me dwells on the fact that I yelled at them. I get so angry when they fight, or don't listen. But I should focus on the stories we read by flashlight. The shadows we made, the games we played. But then I yelled again when he wouldn't brush his teeth, when he wanted to play in the water in the sink. I was exhausted, I wanted him to go to bed, and to go to bed quickly.

I just went in to check on him, I kissed his sleeping face in an attempt to offer him kindness and tenderness. Trying to erase all my mistakes (again) today.