Overreacting

You have been following my adventures of children and their big personalities, which I always know will serve them later in life.  Sometimes I sound like I am making a big deal about something when I am talking to the kids, when I am really acting in order to make a point.  My husband does not realize that I am acting and overreacts, and I have to quietly explain to him that I am acting and when I need his help I will let him know, but until that point please do not intervene.

Then I realized it is in his nature, and many other people I know to overreact, the situation is not something humongous, but the response fuels the fire.  I am acting, and he is overreacting, and it reminds me of something I learned from a Rabbi.  Anger is actually a sin, it is unhealthy, it can manifest physically, and we must work on ourselves and our reactions.  In the case of children, sometimes it is important to make a big deal and "act" angry, but not be angry on the inside.  A good example is a child running into a street full of cars, instead of fear taking over, we must overreact with control to make the child understand that this is dangerous and not allowed.  This really made sense to me, so I use this method of acting when there are mountains, but try to downplay molehills.  We always hear the phrase, pick your battles.

Today is a day of celebration, it is Lag B Omer, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lag_BaOmer.  One of the main celebrations is lighting a bonfire with friends, I did it last year with my older kids, it was beautiful, but I feel it is very late, cold by the water, although our weather has been the hottest ever, and they enjoy it but it is a little to much for their age.  Luckily today is the perfect Los Angeles weather, sunny with a cool breeze, we just came back from an amazing parade where my son was holding the sign representing his school, now having some lunch at home, then heading out to more celebrations around town.  Ending with a hair cutting celebration of a boy turning three from my daughter's class.

Thank God For This Day,
Coach Yulia

 My husband is a car enthusiast, he wanted me to let everyone know that this is a 1971 Plymouth,
 and its privately owned, it is not a police car anymore, it was part of the parade, this was right before it all began