Why do kids not have any patience? Was it somehow not put into their DNA upon conception? Ten fingers and toes, two eyes, ears, arms and legs, but no patience. Their bodies even know to grow hair and teeth later on, but still no patience. They also learn to walk, talk and eat by watching others and trial and error. Love, laughter, and sadness are somehow programmed in and eventually come out. So is patience just not included in the original make-up and has to be completely learned like the ABC's and 123's?
I believe my parenting techniques are nurturing them to learn this attribute. I constantly am telling them 'wait a minute.' Now maybe my minute may be five or even ten minutes later, but I always get to them. Shouldn't my distractedness teach them patience right there? For example, Kelly should learn patience because she has to wait a few minutes longer for me to come and wipe her bum, while I check everyone's Facebook status.
Also, telephones do not help children learn patience. I believe there is some sort of secret device in the phone that makes children want to ask you questions while you are talking. They can see that you are on the phone, but for some reason they are still drawn to you to ask a question. Even if the question concerns the littlest thing. And they will continue to talk to you even when you point to the phone or hold up one finger (the international signal to wait) or even say "please wait." However, if you were not on the phone and did those same things they would immediately stop talking. So, my only guess is that there is some sort of high pitch tone that the phone emits like a dog whistle, except this attracts kids instead of sending them away. Annie's ears are particularly sensitive to this sound, and cannot seem to stop talking to me whenever I am on the phone.
So maybe patience is just a trait that takes a long time to learn. And as they are learning it must screw something up with their volume control and their eyes. Because whenever they need you and they can not wait, their scream for "Daddy" just seems to get louder and louder even if you are doing something. Like, when I am trying to carry a 50lb TV up from the basement and Kelly is asking me for water for her paint brushes. She should be able to see that I am doing something, but for some reason she thinks that by yelling my name several times and louder each time she will get me to stop everything and come help her.
I guess we will just have to continue to work on patience around this house. But hopefully someday after the scientists and doctors have cured cancer they can create a pill for pregnant moms so kids come out with patience somewhere ingrained in their DNA. Actually, forget I said that. I would rather my daughters have to deal with their impatient kids, too!
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