By Cole :: March 18, 2005 @ 07:10 AM
Talk to the people who know me best, and you'd likely discover a myriad of adjectives used to describe me, some positive, others likely not.
Like any expectant mother I had a number of concerns during my pregnancy as well. Somewhere in that long list of concerns came this one: I am not a patient person. I'm not even patient with the people I care for best. I grab mouses out of hands when I'm showing you how to do something on the computer. I get things myself from the kitchen even if I'm deathly ill becasue there's no possible way Hassan knows where it is anyway. You can't play a game of "Guess who I ran into at the store?" with me, becasue I HATE IT. I am simply not a patient person.
Thus, I was concerned. Sproutie was a carefully planned experiment for us, we entered into parenthood about as well prepared as we foolishly could (yes, yes I know now you're never prepared but I'm trying to be coherent on 2 hours of sleep, give me a break). I was concerned I'd lack the patience to be not only a *good* parent, but even, in my darker moments, an adequate parent. Hassan can't get me to play "Guess who I ran into", and I was going to be patient enough to deal with a being who's only means of communication for a good long time would be crying?
Here's what I've discovered. Patience has nothing to do with it. Biology fixed that for us millions of years ago. Sprout crys and I comfort, it's about a chemical response to sooth and care for her. The total lack of sleep helps as well. Who can worry about patience when you're just trying to survive anyway?
All the books in the world can not really tell you or help you when you think you need it... Love mom...p.s it all comes naturally and you will be wonderful as you always have and will handle the sitution accordingly.
Posted by: Mom at March 18, 2005 12:41 PM