Unfortunately I wasn’t blessed with lots of patience when I was born. Or any patience at all actually.
That’s a little bit of a problem when you have kids as at times they can be the most frustrating little things in the world.
Things like taking half an hour to chew a mouthful of food, or read one page of a book, or lying on the floor in their pants when you’ve asked them 27 times to get dressed, doesn’t go well with a lack of patience.
I’m ashamed to admit that I shout at Little H to hurry up more than I should, and do lose my temper with her quite quickly.
However, I’m trying to change this.
There’s recently been a tragic accident involving a child in our community. Though the child went to Little H’s school we didn’t know him or the family personally, but all of the kids and parents have still all been hit quite hard by it.
It’s always sad hearing about a child dying or being seriously ill, but having it happen so close to home affects you a lot more than seeing it on the news.
Even now, weeks later, I can’t stop thinking about this poor family who won’t have a child to buy presents for this Christmas. Who don’t have their child to read bedtime stories to every night, or push on the swings in the park.
I’m trying to think of this when I find myself getting wound up by Little H not listening, or not eating her dinner.
Across the world there must be millions of families wishing they had their son or daughter to moan at about not eating their vegetables.
Rather than getting angry I’m trying to remember that I would rather spend the rest of my life waiting for her to get dressed than not have her here at all. So what if we’re 5 minutes late for school, it’s better than something happening on the way because we’re in a rush.
There’s not much else to this blog post really, except to say be grateful for your tiresome little whingebags because not everyone is that lucky.
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