On Not Being A Screamer
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I get a lot of feminine wisdom from this blog. Last week there was a blog post written, entitled Screamers. It began as a caution against raising screaming children, but ended as chastisement against women being “screamers”, or as my dear sweet Rev would so kindly put it, “over reactors”.
It hit a bit close to home. Not only do I come from a long line of screamers in the sense that yelling at the children comes naturally, but complaining and overreacting seem such a great big part of my sin nature. My house is not quiet. My house is not calm. I do not sweetly tell my family that dinner is ready, instead I yell down the basement stairs “DINNER SINNERS!!!!”.
I want more for my family. I want peace in my home. I think I am going to make more of an effort to be a milder woman.
I started today (I start again every day). The Rev had to hit the road to speak at an LWML event. I made him a pot of coffee, and he took most of the pot. Something odd happened when I made the second pot. I set the coffee maker up just so, but for whatever reason (lack of coffee perhaps?) I forgot to put the coffee pot under the drip basket.
I went downstairs to start a load of laundry (not an uncommon event). When I returned to the kitchen to pour my cup of sweet comfort, I found coffee, and water, and wet coffee grounds ALL OVER THE KITCHEN COUNTER! (ooops, I just screamed again). I have a slightly fancy coffee maker, it has a pause feature. This is a great feature, unless you forget to return the coffee pot. If you forget to place the coffee pot under the basket the basket overflows from the top, instead of out of the drip hole.
My friends, here is the important part. All of my inmost being wanted to go into full out scream mode and inappropriate pastor wife language wanted to come out and I wanted to turn red and stomp my feet and blame the boys. Instead, I calmly turned off the machine, grabbed some kitchen towels and began wiping up MY mess. I did not snap at the young one who came in in the middle of the clean up and tell him to get out until I was done. I did not bark orders at the big one.
And now, my friends, that fresh new pot of coffee is ready, and I am going to grab a cup, and enjoy my progress.