When my son was in preschool, I had gotten mad and scolded him about something. He came home from school with a drawing of the saddest little face in the world and it said "This is how I feel when Mommy yells at me". I never got mad and scolded him again, thinking about that sad little face.
I think that child we become is the child we were when our parents scolded us and made us feel that way. It cuts so deep, we never recover from it.
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