Patience. There is something about that word that can elicit both excitement & dread. Ask for patience they say, it will be given they say. Ha. It will be given in the form of an opportunity to practice.
Oh my goodness, I feel like all I do all day is practice patience. There must have been some line I missed when signing up to be a teacher that I would would one day become an expert in patience with all of the practice that I am given. Sad to say, I am still in the beginning stages. Patience comes with the job, but also a whole lot of grace & prayer.
Patience is asking a student to stop talking, for the 10th time in 20 minutes.
Patience is putting a smile on and greeting the student who walks in your room early instead of going to morning care.
Patience is asking a student to not climb on the chairs, again.
Patience is talking about what school appropriate means, for the 3rd time in a day.
Patience is getting sneezed on.
Patience is being asked the same question, over and over again.
Patience is a pup who is sick with a UTI so you are mopping the floors, again.
Patience is waiting on an important reply.
Patience is sitting in traffic because you left work a few minutes later than usual.
Patience is being far away from your best friend.
Patience is.....you fill in the blank. It may just be one of those days that everything is trying your patience; from not being able to get the alarm to turn off , to getting to bed too late, and everything in between. Those days come and they go. You think that you are doing so well, and you haven't lost your cool at all, and then, that one things happens, and it's gone. All gone. You lose every ounce of patience that you had & you seem to explode like a bottle of champagne being popped. Then, from that moment on nothing seems to go your way, or everything rubs you the wrong way.
I would love to live in a world where patience is bottled, and you can just take a quick drink when you need some. It would be a magical drink & should come to you at no cost. Wouldn't that be a lovely world? A world where no one lost their patience? A world where waiting was no big deal? sounds like a dream!
My patience these days seems to be thin, as all of my patience is idly being used. Used without my even thinking about it, but all the while my mind is racing, hoping, praying, and waiting.
Patience is waiting for your phone to ring.
Patience is waiting to get the call that someone may be looking at you.
Patience is waiting for the call that you have potentially been matched.
Patience is finding out that you have been matched.
Patience is waiting.
And let me tell you, waiting, waiting might just be the worst test of patience that there is out there. We are officially waiting. Waiting to be picked, to be the ones, to be matched. We have all of our i's dotted and our t's crossed. Background checks done, home study done, books turned in, flyers turned in. If it was on the list, we have done it. Now, we wait.
Now we wait, patiently. Patiently waiting for our world to be rocked and turned upside down.
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