“Be patient.” I tell my kids this multiple times a day. With three vying for my attention, I remind them that they must wait. That their turn will come.
Sometimes, “be patient” comes out like a hiss through my clenched teeth. “Just wait, just wait, it’s not your turn.”
The thing is, when I tell them to be patient, I don’t follow up with how to do it. I don’t know how to be patient either. Patience is hard. It’s frustrating, depressing, and vast.
I am trying to practice patience. But I’m human. I want it. I want what I’ve dreamed of for many years.
It’s not our time. Not yet. So for now I sit and wait.