I did not grow up in an angry home. In fact I remember very little to no yelling at all in our home. I can remember jokingly (and sometimes not so jokingly) making fun of my dad for glaring – if looks could kill I might have died on more then one occasion. If he was Superman I would have surely been laser-beamed to death.
My mom was always strong and tough but one of the most loving, gracious and nurturing people I’ve ever known. She has always been a great parental example and model for me of what it means to be slow to anger. So, you would think that I would not struggle with being an angry parent. Unfortunately, not so.