Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Patience. . .

is something I don’t have much of. In high school I always thought I had some. Even in college I thought I did. Apparently it wasn't patience I had, but instead a bad case of lack-of-a-backbone-itis. And then something happened. I had children. And then something happened to make it worse. A lovely woman named Elizabeth told me that I shouldn’t keep things bottled up inside. From that moment I’ve been like a firecracker. I guess I need to find a balance. I've lost good friends (one of them a sister in-law that I love and miss very much) because of this.

I guess now I suffer from lack-of-tact-itis.



I wrote more about my lack of patience here.

10 comments:

Jess said...

i think we all get that way.. and i don't even have kids yet! good advice on the other blog, though.. patience will come if we listen to the advice of God.

trublubyu said...

life. it's just too complicated sometimes.

my vote is for you and the sis-in-law to re-connect. fingers crossed.

janeen said...

I use to think I was a patient easy going person too. Once Rod and I got married and had kids that all went out the window. I too expect too much out of my kiddos and I need to be more patient. Good luck fixing things up with your sister in law!

Leanne said...

I've never been patient or easy going. Will you still be my friend?

Kellie said...

duh. of course!

Shellie said...

I agree with trublubyu.

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rachel said...

I found your blog through mormon mommy blogs. I really liked your post on patience and I have felt just like you do. What a great insight on
where to find the best parenting advice out there :) I've really enjoyed reading your blog.

Becky Lewis said...

I am a mother of 13 - that makes you tolerable not patient. On my worst days, I would take a moment to go off by myself and turn in over to the man upstairs. I would "give" him an assignment and the give myself one - it seemed to help. Try it.

Kellie said...

Becky! Wow. 13, eh? Yeah. 5 is our limit, although when we finally decided on 5, I immediately thought, "Well, 7 would be nice, too."

Rachel, your blog is awesome! Thanks for coming to visit me in my crazy randomness!

Thanks both of you for leaving me comments!