I am sitting with my son doing homework and I wish I could find a way to dress for patience. When I look at the ocean, I feel peace and tranquility. My "dress" is of comfortable clothing, pastels, soft knits, and something warm but light. When I sit here at the kitchen table, with my son, I find myself at my wits end. I am supposed to be helping but I am not. I guess, just for me to sit here- is at least helping him to get it done. (The pressure). Schoolwork sucked way back when I went to school, and it still sucks. My poor son. My "dress" is of starchy, uncomfortable, black and red, irritable with rough edges, and it feels like I´m sitting on thumbtacks.
Is getting dressed for patience - all about layering or pulling back the layers? How can you find the soft when it feels so rough?
Ok. Love. Love is patience...Patience is love. I have love for my son, and I have patience on most levels, just not homework.
Conclusion: Find someone else who wears soft materials to sit with my son. This I do in love.
Ingen kommentarer:
Legg inn en kommentar