LAST NIGHT I HAD A DREAM that I was babysitting 3 children and it turned into a nightmare…
First off, I was trying to get them to sleep in a busy party room, on the floor, with lights and music pumping. When they couldn’t sleep and were restless I got frustrated.
I was at that “I can’t take it anymore!” level when all of a sudden I was able to take a breath and regroup.
Patience is something I hope to have with my children.
- The patience to let them explore without rushing them.
- The patience to listen when they are telling a convoluted story.
- The patience to sit with them while they are having a temper tantrum and really listen to what is going on.
- And the patience to answer each and every “but why?”
I want my children to feel heard. To feel respected. And to never give up their curiosity.
Patience is something that I think I have a lot of… but only to a certain extend. Add in exhaustion, lack of sleep, and probably hunger and I’m not so sure how well my patience will be.
But I will keep trying and making it a priority.
And hopefully I will have more common sense as a mother to not try and put kids to bed on the floor of a busy party room!