Our teachers and teachings may appear in many forms...

A couple of months ago, just when #isolation ended & we were transitioning back to school, I once again snapped at my kids for not being as “quick” & “responsive” as I wanted them to be.

we then got into the car & started driving to school.

Inbar, My 11 year old boy was sitting next to me. He was quiet.


“When I grow up I don’t want to have kids” he said. I found this surprising as it was the 1st time he mentioned this.

“Why” I asked.

“You’ll be an amazing dad”


“Because I never saw anything  makes you & dad angry as me & Shaya”.


😢 💔💔💔


A knife went through my ❤️, up, down & sideways.


“Oh my god” I thought to myself. “What have I done?”


I tried to explain they were the greatest source of #joy in my life, and to assure him a LOT of things made me much more #angry than them. But my words were Empty of meaning to him.


I dropped them at school & reflected on his words. I was #unaware of how quickly or how often I would get angry just to get things done. It simply became an easy way out.


After much reflection I came up with a plan. I created a table and wrote down the dates for the following 2 months.

When I picked them up I sat him down, looked him in the eyes & told him I was #sorry and #grateful for him being honest and placing this uncomfortable mirror in front of me.

He smiled and said: “I like where this is going” 😉


We decided that from that moment on, every time I get angry he will draw an 😠 face, and every day I don’t will gain me a 😊



To my amazement this simple tool made a HUGE difference. I would almost lose my temper but the thoughts of getting an 😠 would make me #breathe deeply, smile, and more often than not find a different solution.