I recently came across an intriguing article about a mother who spent an entire week whispering to her children, claiming it transformed her parenting experience. This led me to ponder how we reach the point of yelling at our kids in the first place. Inspired by her approach, I thought about conducting my own experiment—until an unexpected distraction occurred. Just as I was preparing to embrace the quiet, the landscaper arrived with a leaf blower blaring. My mother, who is already somewhat hard of hearing, responded to my gentle request to feed the baby with a loud, “WHAT?” After a couple of attempts, I was met with a look that suggested I was the most annoying person on the planet. “ARE YOU WHISPERING? WHY ARE YOU WHISPERING?” she exclaimed. It was then that I decided to take a different approach—yelling for an hour to see what insights I could gather.
First off, the noise of the leaf blower became a mere backdrop to my own vocalizations, which was oddly satisfying. Surprisingly, my toddler seemed to thrive on the chaos; when I shouted, “HEY KID! WANT TO WATCH SOME CARTOONS SO I CAN GET A FEW THINGS DONE?” he beamed, responding with a resounding, “YEEEESSSSSSS!” When his father arrived to pick him up, I yelled, “HI SWEETHEART! HE’S HAD LUNCH AND IS READY FOR A NAP!” His bewildered expression suggested he thought I might be a bit off my rocker, jokingly recommending I drink more coffee. I couldn’t help but laugh loudly—my son was practically bouncing off the walls with joy as he left for the day, and the screaming was now his father’s concern.
Here’s what I learned from my hour of loud parenting:
- The sound of the leaf blower became less bothersome when I was shouting over it—definitely a win.
- The bewildered expression on an infant’s face while you’re yelling at everyone during breastfeeding is actually quite humorous.
- Yelling turns out to be a source of entertainment for children—especially when it’s not directed at them but rather in playful engagement.
- Surprisingly, yelling can be invigorating. It’s almost like the energy boost you get from chanting during yoga—though, let’s be honest, that’s a stretch.
- There’s a nostalgic aspect to it; it reminded me of hosting friends for dinner in my lively household, where the volume would often rise, leaving them confused yet amused.
- My colleagues were quick to respond to my messages, perhaps thinking everything I sent was of utmost importance.
- My mother seemed increasingly concerned and may have offered to share her anxiety medication!
- I felt as though I had just completed a workout session—who knew yelling could be so physically demanding?
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In summary, my experiment in yelling led to unexpected revelations about communication, engagement, and the chaotic joy of parenting.