I learned that I raise my voice on my own son when I explain something to him. I might be expecting too much. It might be unrealistic. But I can’t be satisfied with no effort. That kills me. I saw a little bit of that yesterday. That raises my adrenaline. That makes me scream.
Would I scream if it wasn’t my son? No. And that’s the reason I have to restrain myself. I don’t want that to happen.