Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Lately, as I roll out of bed I give myself a pep talk ...something like...
"Today is going to be a great day. The boys are going to be happy. They are going to get along. They are going to be entertained in safe and content play. Patience is going to bubble abundently from my pores. It is going to be a great summer day."
And within 20 minutes of all of us downstairs I am saying,
"Don't hit your brother. Go up to your room if you are going to respond like that (Charley tends to fall apart if Henry picks the wrong spoon to eat his breakfast with). Stop jumping on the couch. Find something to play with. Put on some pants. Stay in your seat while you are eating." And the one liners that burst my bubbles of patience errupt and don't stop ALL. DAY. LONG.
I appreciate that I am home spending my days with these two little gems. And it weighs heavy when my patience doesn't flow from me like this...
But children have minds and moods of their own. And they don't always all flow with each other or myself. Every morning I hope to surround them in an environment of patience.
I know they are learning, exploring, and trying to manage the hundreds of emotions that come with hanging out everyday together. But in reality, I am a normal mom, who has moments where my patience bubbles forth in small golf ball sized amounts ...and other times when it flows out like basketball sized abundance. All I can say...is I appreciate when the size of my patience matches the need at the moment.
When in doubt, even on the most humid day...for example this day when I snapped these pictures, grab yourself a sparkling lemonade and your lawn chair. Grab the dollar bin bubble blowers from Target and GET. SOME. FRESH. HUMID. AIR. Because it is true what they say...15 minutes of fresh air can change the moods of all.