When I was a young girl (oh so many years ago!). Rememberance Day was a Statutory Holiday. We used to stay home from school and all the stores were closed, my Dad would be home from work and we would watch the ceremonies on TV and remember all the lives that were given up so we could be here.
Then, when I was in grade 8, we had to go to school. The Government decided that Rememberance Day should no longer be a holiday as the kids were actually forgetting what it was all about. Instead we had Assemblies and celebrated in a way that was different.
Every year, I want to go Downtown to watch the ceremonies and this year I was going to go. But, “J” cries everytime he hears a bagpipe and gets very sad and overcome when he sees the soldiers on TV. So I decided it would be best not to go this year. After reading Nancy’s story of her little guy, I just wanted to remember to say Thank You to all the men and women who gave up so much so we could all be here today.
Thank you
I just had to post that today was just so much better. And ironically we didn’t even leave the house!
We played with Lego, over and over and over again. We talked to Aunties and Cousins near and far. We made chocolate chip cookies (of which only Mommy is apparently eating, and maybe Daddy now that he is home). We sang the alphabet song while cleaning the house. And all in all had a great day.
Hopefully my patience will stay put as I really, really enjoy being a patient person. If not, there are always chocolate chip cookies 😉
I like to think of myself as a very patient person. I can wait and wait and wait. I can sit and do meaningless tasks, without complaint. I can listen to a child as the same question or say the same word over, and over, and over again. All my life I have felt like patience is one of my good qualities.
This week, I seem to have lost it. I am not sure where it went. I am not freaking out or pulling my hair out, but I feel like my patience is really being tested this past week. It is the little things, like my Husband asking the same question five times, but five different ways. Or little “J” wanting to play with Lego and put it away, twenty times a day. Even “A” has been testing me, following me around the house while I looked for graph paper the other day, instead of staying put.
Yesterday, when I felt like I was getting impatient I packed up “J” and the two furry family members and headed out for a brisk walk in the freezing wind chill. That seemed to do the trick. I was good for the rest of the day. Could that be it? Could it be the weather attributing to my impatience? With the bad weather comes less walking and more going places inside, perhaps I really need that brisk walk for my sanity? Wow, just writing about it brought revelation. I think I will try to do the same again today and see if it helps. It gets too dangerous to walk two giant dogs while pushing a stroller when the really bad weather kicks in, but until then there are always hats, mitts, blankets and warm coats 🙂
If anyone has any suggestions on how to not let your patience be tried, please be sure to share your info, it will be very welcome!
