I am working on this. So often the yelling is not an angry telling off but just to be heard above the noise or from a distance as my kids are the other end of the park. I guess I will just have to learn how to run faster to get to them.
Bill Giyaman posted Partial poem by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton. "Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow, for babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow. So settle down cobwebs. Dust go to sleep. I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t .