Yeah I know, but the article does equate happiness with a lack of anger. Or maybe a lack of happiness with anger. Not a perfect fit, I’ll admit.

Well, you know me fairly well, so you know that I have dealt with feeling anger at a level far greater than you my whole life. I have felt that my little boy actually has lessened my anger level. He is one area of my life that I am completely at peace with. Even when he is naughty (and that happens a great deal) I very very rarely get angry. JB, you should know how weird that is.

I think that, for me, kids (mine and other people’s) are just someone that I can believe are truly innocent. It’s hard for me to get mad at the innocent. I get mad at everything else because “grown-ups” aren’t. I have to see motives to actions. When little Jack hits me in the face, I know that he is excited to see me, or pissed that I took his block away. He sits in time out, but I don’t get mad. I understand where he is coming from, and with that understanding I can’t get angry. And even more, I am much less angry in general since he was born. So go figure. I had a kid because my wife stopped taking her birth control. But it turned out great.