Every morning, I say a prayer before I get up. The prayer varies, but I always pray for patience with my kids, especially on school mornings. I pray that I'll be able to be patient with my kids and start the morning off well.
And then the children wake up.
Or rather, I coax and cajole them out of bed for 15 minutes. Then they take 15 minutes to get ready. They fight with each other, yell at each other, refuse to eat breakfast, forget things upstairs that they need to take to school, and complain when I tell them they actually need to wear coats because it's frigid outside.
Some days, like today, I don't have patience. I yell for them to hurry up, eat faster, leave the twins alone, and just stop fighting!
But some days, I actually do have some patience. I take deep breaths when H tortures A2 about a toy or S and T get into another argument about something that's absolutely not important. I'm able to read morning scriptures without raising my voice because family members are actually within listening distance, rather than spread throughout the house.
Today was not one of those days, but I still pray every morning. For patience. For all of us.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
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