I stopped putting out fires & started kindling them
I’m not a patient person by nature. I’m more of a go in, see the problem, fix it the quickest/most efficient way, take a deep breath, carry on, rinse, repeat. My husband calls it being a fire put-er outer.
the turning
The day had started rough. There had been words about college application essays, consonant blends(the “r” can be brutal, yes?), morning chores not done, and a bike that had brakes removed and thrown away(that one still does not make sense, but I digress).
patience
My teen asked sarcastically if 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 was a four letter word. (I should add it was in response to an economics lesson & we were discussing market crashes.) Without skipping a beat, it rolled off my tongue that 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 was an eight letter word & God is teaching me that it’s needful to count to eight.
𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬 & 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳.