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Holding myself back from a barrage of when-I-was-your-age stories, I am struggling with patience.
As our family is recovering from summer colds, I was distributing another round of Benedryl to cries of “I don’t want the bubble gum flavor. Can I have the grape flavor?”
Explaining that we were out of the grape with only bubble gum flavor left, I heard whining. Now, I understand that they don’t feel well, but really?!
I felt like retorting with “when I was your age, we didn’t get a choice of flavors as there was only one. And the one we had tasted awful.”
Though I had visions of those who talk of walking to school – uphill – both ways and without shoes, I found myself quietly saying, “at least you have medicine to take.”
As the hush came upon them and everyone took his dose, we returned to resting and recovering from our summer colds. The quiet gives enough time to recover before the next batch of irritation surfaces.
Dealing with sick kids is never pleasant, but working with them while you are sick takes lots of patience while refraining from telling when-I-was-your-age stories. Keep on being patient!
Question: Do you ever turn to when-I-was-your-age stories?