P is for Patience

Don't say it. When I looked today I was so ashamed. I haven't blogged once in 2010! How is that possible? No sense dwelling on it the story is still the same. Anyone who knows me knows I love to write, but child, these two babies are kicking my butt! They are babies to me, although they are 10 and 8. So here's the update: my baby girl will be 9 on Saturday, we just got back from a road trip to North Carolina, my son loves basketball and is addicted to his PSP, the summer is almost over before it began, and I am sick of working 10-hour days this summer.

The road trip was wonderful, but it did remind me of the one thing that still seems to elude me as a parent - patience. Patience with them, patience with myself and then that lack of patience leads to guilt. I mean let's face it, we all know I am raising a special needs child right? And no one knows it better than I do. But still I find myself asking my daughter really stupid questions like, "what possessed you to throw that?" or, "why in the world did you that in your mouth?" I already know the answer, she has absolutely no clue!!!

 Impulse control is an issue for her and she still doesn't understand that you can't just interrupt mommy when she is talking to someone. But still sometimes when it happens, I get so aggravated! And then, after I get a little irritated with her, she looks so wounded. And I know she can't help it (most of the time) but still somehow I seem to forget that she is doing the best she can.

 What I am struggling to learn is that no matter how aware I may be of her struggles, I am human and I am allowed a little frustration. Each day that she and I make it in one piece, is a red letter day! If you know me then you know patience isn't something I am good at and God has blessed me with both of my children to teach me much and I am learning... but this patience thing - it ain't no joke!

PS: Keep me honest: I promise to blog again this week if I don't send me an e-mail and fuss! But please, be patient with me (ha, ha)!