This is something I repeat over and over again to my two year old during the day. I’m not sure if it’s all two year olds, but she has negative amounts of patience. If she decides she needs something, it must happen IMMEDIATELY, or the wrath of E will be upon you! It’s kind of intense most of the time, so we try to get her to calm down and tell us in a non-whiny, non-screeching voice, exactly what it is she needs. Sometimes it works, sometimes she gets even whinier, screechier, and then some tears get thrown in. It has to be hard to be a two year old, but I think it’s even harder to be an adult sometimes.
I’ve also been having to practice patience with myself. I find myself constantly getting worked up because I am frustrated with my impatient two year old. I find myself thinking “why can’t she just play with the puzzle by herself for two minutes while I crochet? Why is it all about what SHE wants?!” Then I have to shut my eyes, breath, and remember that she is two and I am 31, and if either of us should be acting like a two year old, it should be the two year old. I am the mommy. I made the decision to be a mommy, and with that comes certain responsibilities, like entertaining her, teaching her to be patient, and helping her understand that you shouldn’t bring your food into the bathroom to share with mommy while she’s on the toilet.
I understand that one day she will want less to do with me than… well, probably anything, and it hurts my heart already to know that that day will come, but there are days where I could take a bit of the cold shoulder and be okay, and I don’t think that makes me a terrible mother. I think that makes me human. I sometimes day dream of the pre-baby days, where I could sit on the couch and eat a snack without a toddler running off with the bag. Where I could watch Ellen in the afternoon instead of Super Why. Where I could get up and go to the store, or two stores, or three stores, without someone telling me they want to do something else, or that they need the balloon with Elmo, or that they want to sit in a different part of the cart.
Did things used to be easier? Oh, yes. Yep. Uh-huh. No doubt about it. Would I change anything now? Nope. No. Not even a little. I just need to learn to be patient.
You must be patient.