Practicing . . . Patience
We've entered the 3-year-old stage of "Why? Why? Why?" literally every 30 seconds. Alternated only with "Mommy? Mommy? Mommy?"
I wish I could say I deal with the incessant questioning with Gwyneth-like serenity but that would probably require some dance aerobics and a cleanse.
Instead, it seems to bring out my not-so-nice self. In some sort of fit of retribution I decided that now is the time for C to give up her paci. (For real this time. Not like when I tried a year ago.) She seems excited by the prospect of a "special treat" and a new library book, but I know we're in for some rough nights.
So I'm trying to practice . . . patience.
One of my favorite blogs, zenhabits - I love their tagline "smile, breathe, & go slowly" - had 15 helpful tips for becoming as patient as Job. (I'm a little nervous about what my tally mark page will look like.)
Caroline went to bed and I went into her room about 12 times to give her water, find new books, turn the light off, put her blanket on, give more water, take the books out, turn the light on, put her blanket on again. And I stayed upstairs like she ordered me to. Patiently.
Does anyone else struggle with this? Any advice?
Quote from here and He Loves Me rug from Anthropologie