Yesterday I found my Mom Voice. This is the voice that comes, unsummoned, from the depths of a mother when it is needed. It stops adults in their tracks, and makes bullies cry. I can’t believe it took me over 2 years, but I found mine. And what did it say? It said, “HANNAH! Stop throwing things on the floor.”
It was loud, it was firm, and it was forceful. But it was not frantic, angry, or unkind. It made Hannah stop and look at me with big eyes. But then? Then, she grinned and resumed her dispersal of a whole bag of baby carrots across the kitchen.
Yet again, words are meaningless unless they are backed by action. Particularly to a 2-year-old who is having a great time, and doesn’t really want to abandon the activity. Still, the dead stop, however brief, is more than I’ve achieved through other means. So, there you go.