So yesterday on the way to gymnastics Ila and I went to get the car washed – as Ila said “the car needs a bath” and it was shiny and beautiful when done. The problem was it took forever. And as Ila sat patiently I was the one getting impatient and antsy. In fact I was telling her “it is really hard to be patient some times isn’t it.” To which she said “mm hmm”.
If I can’t sit and wait it made me wonder how I was expecting her to do it. Although I will say in my older age I have gotten less patient. I am less patient with concerts, movies and B.S. in fact it is hard for me to wait in line at the post office or walk behind tourists who weave all over the Promenade. The other day the pediatrician was an hour late, Ila was fine playing in the office and I lost it with the doctor and the staff. When we left I praised Ila on her patience and then told her I wasn’t so good at being patient.
I am so impatient that I have a hard time waiting for texts and emails, my god how would I have survived if I had to write actual letters and post them. If I can’t get prime 2 day shipping on Amazon I don’t order it. It was clear society feeding our every whim with instant gratification was taking it’s toll and that wasn’t paining a pretty picture for my kids. My god if I am like this and lives 3/4 of my life without a cellphone what the hell will they be like?
I used to be patient. Perhaps that is why you are supposed to have your kids young, perhaps you outgrow patience in your old age. I have no idea why or when it happened but I lost my patience and don’t know where to find it. Meanwhile I am trying to teach the lost art to my two kids I hope they don’t catch on.