The night before, I lost my temper. I felt so helpless and useless.
My daughter made a big fuss before she slept. I lost my control. I ran out of ideas how to talk to her in a friendly manner so that she could listen to me and lie down.
On the other hand, I was worried if I was not stern enough, soon there would be another spoiled child in this world.
I felt so bad and guilty for losing my cool and the punishment I imposed on my daughter.
I got to do something to improve my poor parenting skills.
I was wandering in a bookstore the following day. As I was browsing at the shelf of the “100 Must-Read Titles,” one book really stood out from the rest. As if the book was yelling at me and said, “Pick me up. You need this.”