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Anyone close to me could tell you that I am not a patient person. Parenting has forced my high-strung, type A tendencies to become more laid back. I’ve developed a great deal more patience than I once had, but y’all. Parenting has been challenging my patience daily since 2011. My eldest child helped smooth the rough edges of my personality, but my second child? She is testing the limits of my patience!
This sweet little diva subscribes to her own life calendar. She cannot be rushed along. Ever. She must do things in her own way, in her own time. I am the type of person that becomes so anxious about running late that I would rather stay home than show up late. But, this girl? She is making us show up late – or with barely a moment to spare – all the time. The result is a ball of anxiety trying to get the kids situated in the car and this little face.
Then I burst out laughing. Because, look at her? She is totally unaffected. Doing her own thing. Completely unaware of my inner freak out. Contently going through life at her own pace.
Okay, God, I get it. I need to take a lesson from this one.
What lessons have your children taught you?