patience

Up until now, I considered myself patient. When I lose my temper, shit hits the fan. But I thought my fuse was long. I was wrong and my 2 year old has tought me this.

 

 

 

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Alice. Alice. Alice. I say it a thousand times a day. Along with "no touch", "because I said so", "no" and "hold on". If there's a phrase in that is utterly meaningless to a 2 year old, it is "hold on". Waste of breath. I'm not bothered that I say these things a thousand times  a day. I'm bothered that I feel so annoyed, fatigued, sometimes angry and always impatient while saying them. 

  

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I know I should be grateful that she is curious and healthy (spirited and high energy). I know I will miss these moments someday when she's a hormonal teenager and wants nothing to do with me. I know, I know, I KNOW. I know so much but feel so differently. 

And it's ok. It's ok to admit to myself I'm not patient. But I do have to remember to breathe and stop my whining. Because I'm starting to sound like a 2 year old. 

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