There is a lovely story of a father and son sitting in the garden.
The father points to the sparrow and asks “what is that?”
“A sparrow, dad.” – the son replies before getting back to what he is reading.
The father repeats the question. The son attributes it to old age and repeats.
This happens five times and by the fifth time, the son is annoyed and screams at his father.
Once they are home, the son helps his father back to his room.
He notices a few diaries in the book shelf, opens them up, and begin reading.
As he flips through the pages, he finds a page called “Sparrow.”
It said: “Today, my son asked me what a sparrow is twenty five times. I made sure I never got angry or impatient, instead, I gave him a loving hug every time he asked me the question.”
The son had tears in his eyes as he gave his father a hug and apologised for his behaviour.
Sometimes, we take the view that it is okay to take our frustrations on our loved ones. If we didn’t do so with them, who would we do it with after all? This is nonsense.
If you want to vent out, get a punching bag, go for a run, go to gym and take your frustration out there.
Unfortunately, venting out on people does not help us learn self control, it sours relationships.
Exerting self control helps us learn self control. And our loved ones deserve our best behaviour, not our worst.