Patience has been on my heart lately. Or at least having more of it. I have to admit I’ve been falling short. Sean’s been ill with a cold that turned double ear infection, and Samantha’s potty training has been going up and down. It’s hard being cooped up in the house with a sad, pitiful baby and a toddler who looks you in the eye telling you she doesn’t have to pee, and then five seconds later there’s a puddle on the floor. Patience is the act of calm, kind direction and encouragement to both my children even during the most inconvenient of times. Patience is NOT me showing my frustrations to my kids or giving them the silent treatment. I keep reminding myself that I need to be their rock. They look to me during the good and difficult times. I’m the example and play a huge part in who they become. Love is Patient… and I haven’t been doing a good job at showing that kind of love lately. Thankfully those sweet babies love me and whether they realize it or not, are patient with me. They always let me start over and welcome me back with open arms…those sweet kids. Pray for me friends. Pray I can be the kind of loving patient mother God calls me to be.
Taking a little day trip to Santana Row. Samantha got a mini chess lesson from a sweet man who was chatting with us on this lovely day.