Before I had kids, people used to say things like, “You have the patience of a saint. You’ll be a great mom.” Except the thing is, now I am a mom and I’m wondering where all my saintly patience went.
When we have to leave the house in the morning and my two year old wants to put on her underwear and socks, walk down the stairs, zipper her coat, climb into her car seat (aka do everything) all by herself- it takes everything inside me not to pick her up, sprint to the car, and buckle her up before she blinks.
When my almost four year old wants to write her full name just one more time on her picture for her teacher before I put it in her folder, I stifle my desire to yell, “You’re the only child named Shay in the entire school, I’m sure she knows it’s you!”
When my newly potty trained daughter refuses to go potty before we leave the house for a while, or better yet she decides she needs to sit on the toilet for five more minutes to make sure everything is out, I suddenly have fond memories of the diaper years.
When bedtime was an hour ago and my kids are taking turns crying about which color flosser they have to use and whose turn it is to shut off the lights and who is going to sing a bedtime song first and who is really not tired at all (but really the most tired), I fight the urge to crawl into my own bed and fall asleep- because I really am the most tired.
Some days are better than others. In fact, in the past week my girls have made big progress with some things we’ve been struggling with, and we’re starting to see what happens when you do have a little patience. My youngest is finally back into a normal bedtime routine and hasn’t had any accidents (big deal folks). My big girl is asking to participate more in big group activities (huge change from six months ago) and exclaimed, “This tastes like candy!” about her broccoli during dinner last night. Let me repeat that, she thinks her broccoli tastes like candy… and she never even gagged once.
I needed these recent wins to remind me why it’s important to let my kids weave their way through new tasks, struggles and all. And when this reminder fades, I always have Guns N’ Roses.
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