If I am to ever encounter a genie in a bottle, I only have one wish: patience. Please, oh please, someone grant me some patience. Because I am the mother of a toddler. And having a toddler is like caring for the drunk guy at a party. I’ve never had much tolerance for drunk people. And to think, as soon as he gets over this stage, I get to do it all over again with my daughter. Sigh. Someone pour me a glass of wine. Actually, I’ll take the bottle.
This might come as a shock to you, but I’ve actually had people praise me for my patience. If I’m a patient mother, I don’t even want to know what an impatient one looks like. As I write this, my son is quite literally bouncing off the walls. Yet here I am, typing away. Maybe I’m just a good ignorer – not sure if that has anything to do with patience.
If you see me, or another “patient” mama, and think I wish I had her patience, stop and think. Chances are you’ve just caught us in a good moment. Chances are just moments before, we were losing our cool. Chances are, behind our calm exterior, our blood is boiling just like yours. No mom is patient 100% of the time. No mom is perfect. Patience is a virtue – and nobody knows that better than a mom of a toddler.
I’m still waiting on that genie. But until then, I’m going to work on being a more patient mama. I’m going to practice taking more deep breaths. I’m going to try to keep my cool. I’m going to remind myself that I’m not the only mom with an out of control toddler. And then there’s wine. I’m going to drink lots and lots of wine. That is if I ever get the kids to bed…