Yelling. It’s useful for calling your child across a crowded amusement park, but not so much when dealing with less-than-ideal family dinner choices—or when addressing kids. Often, yelling leads to more tears than understanding. I’m not here to judge anyone’s parenting; I’m just sharing my own struggles. When I reach my boiling point, I can become a cartoonishly loud version of myself. To change this, I decided to spend a week without raising my voice, and here’s what transpired:
- Calm Equals Listening
Initially, my kids were perplexed—so was I. They looked around, half-expecting a hidden camera to reveal a prank. Surprisingly, they grasped instructions better without the added stress of my yelling. - Self-Talk Became My New Best Friend
To avoid yelling, I found myself mumbling my frustrations. I’d think about how a simple shoe request could devolve into chaos. If they couldn’t focus on putting on shoes, how would we fend off a zombie apocalypse? Spoiler: we wouldn’t. - Toy Cleanup Was a Breeze
Asking them to tidy up their toys became easier—probably because I wasn’t fuming like a volcano ready to erupt. - Yelling Transformed into Unconventional Dance Moves
When the urge to yell arose, I opted for an energetic chicken dance instead. My kids joined in, turning what could have been a scream-fest into a hilarious interpretive performance about the chaos of getting dressed (or lack thereof). - Apologies Were Easy
If I slipped up, my kids were quick to forgive. “It’s fine, Mommy,” they’d say. “Just ask us nicely next time.” Children are remarkably forgiving, making change simpler. - Deep Breaths Galore
I took so many deep breaths, I could have traveled across the ocean and back. - Getting Down to Their Level
When frustration bubbled up, I knelt down to their height and explained what I needed. They noticed my brown eyes and a freckle on my chin—details I’d overlooked in moments of anger. - Counting Became a Lifesaver
I counted to 10, then 20. My kids even chimed in, inventing an awkward dance that would fit right in on a local cable show. I counted softly, maniacally, and everything in between, until I either lost count or got distracted by a baby finding an old banana on the wall. - Stepping Away Was Key
Sometimes, a simple exit was necessary to regain my composure. - Bonding with My Kids
It may sound cliché, but this experiment brought us closer. Nobody enjoys being around a yelling dragon. By softening my approach, I became more approachable, making our interactions warmer and more inviting.
This journey of not yelling is ongoing. It’s a constant reminder that how I communicate shapes what my kids perceive as “normal.” Yelling is ineffective and, unless I want to create a mini barking dog, learning to respond thoughtfully is essential for our family dynamic. Still, getting shoes on remains a challenge, so we’ll see how we fare when the zombies arrive.
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In summary, spending a week without yelling transformed my parenting experience. It encouraged better communication, fostered understanding, and strengthened my bond with my children.