Sitting in the church pew this morning, I prayed for more patience. As a mom, I think my patience is tested so many times during the day. Family and friends tell me that I display an enormous amount of patience when my kids are in an extra rambunctious mood. I can tell that my patience is wearing thin some days after so many years of parenting. I want to be better able to weather the daily stress that I'm feeling when my kids push my buttons one too many times.
I remember how my dear Dad complimented me on my patience when he watched me teaching new words or skills to the toddler sitting on my lap. At that time, I poured everything into making my little guy's day as full as possible. I wanted to be super mommy. As the years went on and more children entered the picture, I knew very quickly that I'm human with my strengths and faults. Trying to be the "perfect" mother is an unrealistic goal. Even after 12 years, I know that I definitely don't know how to handle all parenting situations perfectly. I probably never will. But hopefully, I can try to remember that creating the "mom" in me will always be a work in progress.
By the way, I came back from church feeling renewed and ready to display more patience. Within 20 minutes, I lost my patience when the kids decided to turn every cushion in the house into a sort of trampoline. I like that they want to have fun, but their little game was getting too dangerous. After a few attempts to get their attention in a firm and controlled manner, I needed to resort to letting a bit of my Irish temper out as I said, "Get off those cushions now!" I hate when I get to that point of the crazy screaming mom. Oh well, I guess I need to pray some more.
Patience is a virtue that needs constant refreshing for this mom of 4 lovely, at times wild, kids:)