"I threw my son’s plate against the floor. I couldn’t cope anymore. The whining, the clawing, it was all too much. I felt instant relief as the plate splintered and shards flew far and wide. But that brief relief was followed by a much longer-lasting shame as my son began to cry in fear. I scared him. I scared myself."
Shouting, throwing, screaming until red in the face. We are familiar with rage in our children, the face-down tantrums, the resolutely stamped feet, and the lovingly made pasta making its way slowly down the kitchen wall. But what about when it’s us who does the throwing and the screaming? Whether it's while navigating matrescence or juggling the mental load, many mums can identify with talk of 'rage'.
