Patience. The day isn’t going like it should. The kids are fighting, there’s pee all over the toilet. Patience. I’m exhausted, I’m overwhelmed, I’m busy – and I can not deal with any more whining. It’s not going like it should.
Have patience, mama. That’s what I keep telling myself.
When the days are long and the nights are short – have patience, mama. The years are even shorter.
The 2-year-old needs to be held all day and cries when you put him down – have patience, mama. He wants this less and less.
The 4-year-old wets the bed again and the sheets have to be washed for the 3rd time in two weeks – have patience, mama. He’s trying.
There is so much to do and the kids demand your attention – have patience, mama. They are only young once.
And when the kids are fighting and not getting along – have patience, mama. Teach kindness so they learn how to respond in kind.
Have patience, mama.
The days are long, but the years are short. It’s hard to remember in the middle of a long day filled with whining, crying, and cleaning up messes. It’s hard to remember in the middle of “being mom” to cherish it all. But just yesterday I was holding my two-year-old as a newborn. The day before that, I was holding my first baby for the very first time. And today, they are walking, talking, and learning to read. They’re doing puzzles and drawing, running, riding bikes, climbing. And all the while I’m wondering what happened, or if I’m even doing this “mom” thing right.
Because even though they were newborns only yesterday, today I constantly have to remind myself that they’re only two and only four years old; they don’t have the thought processes and the logic of an adult. And I find myself wanting patience. I find myself raising my voice a little too much. I’m freaking out because things aren’t going my way. It dawns on me that not even I have grown out of tantrums, and it surprises me. As an adult, I shouldn’t be yelling at my kids when things aren’t going my way.
Have patience, mama.
Because in the middle of it all, I only get this day once. I only get this moment once. They are only young once.
And at the end of the day – have patience, mama.
After the kids are down to sleep, and you re-live the moments in your head – have patience, mama. It was a mistake. Kids are resilient and will love you anyway.
The days that the words came out faster than you meant, and you can’t take them back – have patience, mama. You are only human.
And when you are buried in mom guilt – have patience, mama. Forgive yourself and remember tomorrow is a new day.