The secret to patience (lessons from my children)

I was on the airplane last week with my daughters, and without my husband. It was a short flight from San Francisco to Seattle which felt easy after our recent journey across the country to Atlanta. When we stood to deplane, the mom sitting behind me expressed disbelief that I could travel without having any help (maybe she didn’t see my glass of wine). Then she commented that I was very patient.

I laughed but I accepted the compliment and knew it was one I will not soon forget because it means I must be growing.

I am not terribly patient by nature. I like speed. I like productivity.

My children slow me down. The truth is that they’ve slowed down everything from my career to my savings account. Everything except time.

They consume time like they consume me. Not just days, but years. My twenties are nearly gone and I’m positive my thirties will pass even quicker. Skyla was born yesterday yet she’s nearly 7 months old. I could handle 6 months, but 7 months? She’s trying to crawl. She gets in position but she’s unsteady. She can only go backwards, but she can also turn 360 degrees. So really, she can get anywhere she wants.

Giovanna is four and a half and a little lady. She has purses filled with money, a sense of adventure, and a very precise sense of style. I can’t remember the last time she actually wore the outfit I picked out for her. She goes to bed without fussing and she usually sleeps through the night. She’s growing up a little more each day, understanding the world in new ways, possessing knowledge that blows me away. Yesterday she talked her auntie into feeding her junk food at the fair by explaining, “if you don’t, my blood sugar will crash and my mama will be upset.” (Actually it’s Gigi who would be upset since she tends to have fits if she goes too long without eating.) She’s a sponge; absorbing, processing, internalizing.

Humans are pristine when we arrive. Since we are soft, the world makes its impressions on us easily. As we grow older, we harden like clay. These impressions become us. I try not to dwell on the mistakes I’ve made, but I’m also not kidding myself. I have a limited time to set a good example for my children. Every moment counts.

These babies of mine will only be little for so long. Although this mommy stuff tests every limit I didn’t know I had, it won’t be this way for long. The impermanence of my children as children helps me to savor their present states, adorable and frustrating and sweet and demanding.

By staying mindful of time and knowing time always passes and change always comes, I find it easier to practice patience.

How do you stay patient? Tell me about it in the comments or email me lucymiller7 [at] gmail.com.

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3 thoughts on “The secret to patience (lessons from my children)

  1. no children yet, but while walking my dog yesterday – she paused and laid down in the grass. in that moment, i wanted to pull her to keep walking lol but i watched how much she was enjoying the sunlight and grass. so i stood there too. closed my eyes and took a breath. in that moment i was grateful for our midday walk, grateful for the pause of life to examine exactly where i am in life and to be okay with it, to be patient to my own unfolding and to feel the sun on my skin. ….i walk a little slower now when i take her out. 🙂

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