On Kids, Mothers and Patience
I have no notes on this so, be patient with me. I have almost none (talking about patience) – I am pretty sure I got short-changed and the patience I was supposed to have has been spread amongst other people. If anything goes wrong in the following, I will just blame it on the Wild Turkey (had a couple of glasses already). Why I had a couple of glasses is actually relevant to what I am about to say (luckily, otherwise I might just sound-off like a perfect candidate for AA classes). Kids …
Today, I had to volunteer some time with a little kid (part of my volunteer work with Youth Assisting Youth). We did a whole bunch of things I cannot get into because this will no longer be a piece of writing on kids, mothers and patience; it would turn-out into what activities you can do with a ten year old kid – I am not doing that now.
The little guy is great. Other than the fact that he is not very talkative, he is indeed a good kid. The problem is not with him and is rather with me: I have hardly any patience at all and most of the time I want logic and reason for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Kids are not into logic and reason (by no means would I want to suggest that they should be – if that was the case, things would be tragic: kids have to be kids in my opinion) and I get tired very fast.
Last Friday, my niece and nephews came over for a sleep-over on the Friday and left Saturday. Sunday, I had to commit to my volunteer work with my little buddy. By Monday, I was ready to sleep for two or three days straight. My sister’s kids are awesome and the kid I volunteer my time with is the same yet, they seem to drain energy out of me like nothing else in this world.
I have no clue how my sister does it or any other mother does it. It is really beyond me. When I think of some people who had their own kids, adopted some and then, worked (for example) in the field of child services or when I see my sister as a teacher with little kids all day, only to go home to more kids … I just could not do it and I do not really understand where mothers get that much energy from. I have the up-most respect for them. Hats-down.
I certainly did not intend on writing this for Mother’s Day but since I was thinking about kids, mothers and patience all day ... I’ll just blame it on the Wild Turkey.
I wish all mothers a most wonderful: Happy Mother’s Day!
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