The day was sticky and we were both tired. Our plans to meet a friend had fallen through, but we still needed to get some lunch before the long trek home on the train and bus with our vegetable share. Little G and I sat at a lunch counter and looked out at the passing traffic. Our conversation was a combination of him requesting various forbidden things - chips, cookies, to get down and run among the customers waiting in line, to be all done with his hot dog, to go visit the fire truck that just passed by - and him pointing out as many things as he could recognize and insisting that I repeat his words. By the end of lunch we were both tired of each other.
As I packed up our lunch things and tidied our crumbs, a woman about my own mother's age caught my eye and said, "you have so much patience". My dreary eyes welled with tears. Patience is not my gift; I've had to learn it.
It is a lesson learned every day as I mother a spirited child. Sometimes I think I've got it down; many times I fail miserably. Always, it is one of the most important things I can give my child.
I am participating in WEverb11 this year (to the best of my abilities, what with a newborn in the house). The prompt for December 3 was:
What lesson did you learn in 2011 from “The School of Life” rather than a classroom?
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