When Fear Meets Impatience

Last night, my child was gripped by overwhelming fear—the kind that steals breath and mocks logic. I know that feeling of paralyzing terror in a small body. I know it requires infinite patience, softness, and understanding.

And yet, I failed. Miserably.

It’s the middle of the night. You’re exhausted. You’ve reasoned, you’ve comforted, and the fear still holds its ground. In that moment of utter helplessness and frustration, the switch flipped. The fatigue won. My response was terrible—short, sharp, angry words fueled by impatience and a complete lack of grace. I reacted to the disruption, not the terror.

The fear didn’t abate; it just morphed, adding confusion and hurt to her already fragile state.

The Morning After: The Weight of Guilt

This morning, the guilt is a physical weight. It’s the worst kind of hangover. My heart is heavy, replaying the moments I spoke too loudly, too harshly, wishing I could scoop those poisonous words back into my mouth. I failed to be the safe harbor she needed. Instead of modeling calm, I mirrored her chaos with my own frustration.

The truth is, seeing their pain and realizing your best efforts aren’t enough is exhausting. But that exhaustion is never an excuse to let impatience burn the bridge of trust.

This isn’t just about apologizing (which I did, profusely). This is about acknowledging the ugly reality that parenting is a mirror, and sometimes the reflection we see of our own worst instincts is terrifying. I am sitting in this guilt today, not to wallow, but as a commitment to do better next time—to find the deep well of patience before the frustration takes hold.

Should I even be a recipient of the love she so freely gives?

To all the parents who have been there: We are human. We mess up. We apologize. We start again.

How do you hit the reset button after those moments of parental failure? Sharing strategies is welcome.

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