Optimism, ability to laugh, seeing the silver lining, seeing what really matters-however or whatever way you put it, isn't exactly my strong suit. In less than desirable circumstances, I'm far more prone to anger and a raised voice than a smile and laugh.
Except lately.
Whether it is the Power of Optimism seeping into my psyche or just sheer mothering exhaustion, I have smiled a lot lately upon seeing stuff like this:
If horse art furniture isn't trashy enough, add to it that Drew is always holding a pencil (to lead music with) while standing in front of the music stand which more often than not has open music books on it. And when focused Drew watches choir directors and music teachers write in music books, he figures it is open game for him to as well. Doesn't matter to him if the $25 book belongs to the harp teacher!
Thank heaven Drew only uses pencils.
His markings erase really well.
The same can't be said about Joshua.
Despite our furniture and belongings beginning to resemble items that are found at landfills and local Goodwill Shops, I smile.
How's that cliche poem go about the fingerprints getting higher and higher until they gradually disappear?
Surely the same applies to horses and backward 's'es.
You need to figure out what has helped you go from getting angry to smiling, because then you can pass it on to me. I feel like patience is the biggest thing I need to work on as a mother.
ReplyDeleteBeing patient and optimistic is a daily battle isn't it? I wish there were many more times I had held my tongue and chosen to overlook a child's mistake. And hopefully as they grow older, they can overlook my short comings in return!
ReplyDeleteI smile too when I see my youngest who is learning to spell his name all over the walls along with a little scribble now and then. I also smile with the H that will forever be in the carpet next to Holland's bed drawn in perm. marker. I love my kids!
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