Feeling guilty for shouting and getting cross with my 11yr old DS
Then found this poem
Apart from the 'god' reference... summed up how i feel 100%....
One Hundred Tears
A hundred times I told him
a hundred times and more.
"Don't hit the dog, don't run away
don't throw that on the floor!"
All morning he was busy
he didn't stop to think.
He broke my lamp and spilled his milk
dumped the kitten in the sink.
He ran around the house all day
without a stitch of clothes.
He flapped his hands and laughed and cried
and fell and bumped his nose.
At dinner came the moment
when I'd simply had enough.
He dumped his dinner on the floor
and that's when I got tough.
I sent him off to bed right then,
despite his tearful pleas.
I let him cry himself to sleep
it brought me to my knees.
When silence fell upon his room
I slowly crept inside
and gazing on his tear stained face
I broke down and I cried.
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A hundred tears I wept that night,
a hundred tears and more,
for this little boy who spilled his milk
on my nice bright shiny floor.
Who am I to scold my son
for things he cannot know?
He looks to me for patience
to help him learn and grow.
A hundred prayers I said that night,
a hundred prayers and more.
Help me Lord to teach my child
this child that I adore.
And as I left his room that night
I kissed his tears away,
and promised that tomorrow
would be a better day.
(for Dhylan)
c. Sally Meyer 1999