Part of our journey on this earth is to learn patience. We are all pestered with people and things that we cannot avoid. Lets face it, our own children can become the biggest pests there are. We love them, but often we find ourselves out of patience with them.
I find that as I have gotten older my patience has increased. I can tolerate the same things my kids did when my grandchildren do them. Although I am not sure if this is because I have learned to be more patient, or if unconsciously I am some how getting even with my kids. I love this saying. “Grandchildren are God’s reward for not killing your own children.” I am not sure where it is from, but I have seen it on many things and places. It is a humerus take on the reward for being patient with your kids.
My oldest daughter was the one who gave me a run for my money. I was a young mother of twenty. Looking back now, I realize that it was more inexperience on my part than actually being impatient. And, we are so much alike. Two very independent, strong willed, often rigid people. I have mellowed so much, but it took me much longer than it took her.
Kelly has grown into a loving, patient mother of three beautiful children who are the light of my life. She also entered into motherhood later in life than I did. Which I think is the key to her earlier success.
Make no mistake, her little ones become pests to her too. Her famous saying when they are driving her crazy and she hears herself say the same things to them that I said to her is: “Are you happy now? You have turned me into your grandmother.” I love it. They look at her and say “You aren’t Grami.” Then I get the phone call from her saying thanks ma, I did’t get one like me, I got three! Like I could control that.
I saw this pillow today and had to grab a shot of it. This is what my Kelly says to me all the time.
Yup, she’s still a pest. 🙂