I have always thought I was a patient person. After all, I teach little people for a living, it requires patience. Then I was made into a mum and pushed to a few of my personal limits. Sleep deprivation and a whiny toddler are testing me.
Food flung at me, kung fu moves to avoid the high chair/ car seat/ pram. A keen interest in walking on the road wherever we may be. Hugging and kissing other little people before sinking in with her teethy whites. Giving me 2 seconds flat to pull my boob out at 5:30 in the morning or else suffer death curdling screams. Name it and she's doing it. The icing is that every single time she doesn't like what I am doing she storms through the house yelling, "DADA, DADA," clearly mama isn't cutting it...
So now more than ever I am learning what patience really is. How to keep my cool under crazy pressure. When I do, I can see the humour in so much of what is being learned. I am learning to pick my battles and BREATHE.
Some good things.
Springtime farmers markets mean an abundance of fresh goodies. Not long until our patch takes over in filling this fruit basket.
Being reminded that sand is indeed made to live outside the box too.
Ready for a whine, I mean wine.
Here's to a week of calm and compassionate mothering, deep breathing and making it to next Monday.