Mrs. Kelly was stout and gentle. She was like a large, anxious dove. She was different than Betsy’s mother who was slim and red-headed and gay. Betsy’s mother knew how to scold as well as laugh and sing. But Tacy’s mother never scolded.
“If I tried to scold eleven [children] I’d be scolding all the time,” she explained to Betsy one day.
~Betsy and Tacy, by Maud Hart Lovelace
I’ve been noticing my short fuse with the kids lately. It seems like every word that comes out of my mouth is in the form of a bark, or at least a little sharper than the offense dictates. I don’t want my children growing up remembering me as a tyrant, so in times of discipline I want to work on my delivery. 🙂 Though it is difficult to control one’s tongue, I am promised supernatural power at it, if I only ask for the Holy Spirit’s help:
Set a guard over my mouth, O LORD;
keep watch over the door of my lips. Psalm 141:3