In the past three years John and I have adopted seven children from foster care, which means we've had to deal with a lot of angry kids.
Anger displays itself in many ways. I've had children yelling, screaming, kicking, fighting, and throwing things. I've seen looks of pure hatred directed at me. (I know the meaning of “if looks can kill”!)
I've been told things like, “You're not my mom!” “I'm going to call my caseworker!” and “I want to leave!” Anger has been directed at me, my husband, and our other kids.
I've learned that anger stinks, and anger doesn't make anyone feel good—