Preface

I found myself overwhelmed and upset at the way I was reacting to my kids, when they were simply being kids. Making messes, fighting with their siblings and yelling mom over and over again for my attention. I told myself I could not be the only one who reacted this way. 

As I confided in other parents, I was not alone. They too, were overwhelmed and overstimulated. I wrote this book in hopes to remind my kids that it is okay to have a bad day. It is okay to lash out, lose your temper or cry tears over something. I wrote this in hopes I would remind them we are all human, and forgiving is one of the most important things they will learn in life. I wanted to reach out to any child who experiences this and hope they can relate to this and find themselves forgiving and understanding that it is okay to have a bad day. 

                                    Preface

Kids have a hard time regulating their emotions. They have a hard time understanding boundaries and rules. Parenthood is not in a book, it's not something that can be taught. It is simply something you have to experience to understand. Teaching children, patience, understanding and forgiveness can help them get through many obstacles in life. I just wanted to come here and show other kids, it's not just them. Every household goes through it, and it is okay. It is okay to get upset. It is okay to make mistakes. It is okay to lash out. However, it is only okay if you acknowledge it and apologize and learn from it. Love is unconditional. Kids need to know that no matter what, we will be there for them. On the good and the bad days. 

                        XO, Tina 

It was an early morning for the kids as I woke them to get ready. It was 6am and that is early for such tiny humans. 

I crept into my boys room, nudging them and asking them to get up and brush their teeth. 

My eldest child gets up and yells "I don't want to brush me teeth, I want to stay in bed."

I snapped back, "Get up, get in the bathroom and brush your teeth. I do not care if you want to stay in bed. It is time to get ready."

Tears filled his eyes after I raised my voice. He was struggling to regulate his emotions. I was too.

I looked at him and said, " Its just a bad morning, not a bad day."

I proceeded to hug my precious son.