Children are a great aid in the process of being more patient. As I sit here now, I have a two year old on my right knee, a four year old trying to comb my hair and my ten-year-old breathing in my ear trying to read what I am typing. Surprisingly enough, I am somehow able to block all of it out. Well, for a while anyway. “Where is your mother? I think I hear her calling you.”
Patience is like wisdom. It is not given to us easily. We are not born with it and I don’t think that you can teach it. It must be experienced, nurtured and developed.
I want to be more patient in many areas of my life. I long for more every time I have to struggle through one of my children telling me a story about some old television show that they think is brand new... -From one of the kids…”Did you know that a guy named Gilligan and some of his friends were stranded on a desert island?”… Let me tell you all about it. It will only take me about twenty minutes to tell you all of their names…
Take my mother’s advice. Don’t pray for patience. If you already have, I wish you well. By the way, the skipper of the ship that Gilligan was with on that island, you know, the one I was telling you about; he doesn’t have a name. They just call him Skipper…there is a millionaire on the ship too…. I’m not sure why he and his wife would take a small boat for a three-hour tour with a movie star and a professor… I don’t know if the professor has a name either… Anyway, there is a girl named Mary Ann… she is from Kansas…
Shannon R Killman
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