And right after I typed the word "virtue", I had to go look it up to see what it really means. And it turns out it means- Moral Excellence. Well, I'm not excellent in the patience department. I'm aware of this problem, and it's already on my list of hopes for this year. I intentionally titled my list for '09 as 'hopes' because some of the items on my list probably won't happen (especially learning to be patient with everyone and everything), so why make resolutions or commitments that I really won't keep. I'm a realist. Is that a virtue?
In any case, I've accepted that I have many faults. Interestingly though, I've been accused at times (mostly during arguments with my husband), that I think I'm perfect and can never admit when I'm wrong...however, nothing could be further from the truth. I KNOW I am a flawed individual and hardly ever right--I just happen to be really stubborn about admitting it when others expect or demand me to. And I was even fine with this until the other day, when I finally realized that I had better get my act together--times up on my journey to become a more virtuous person, because now I'm a mom.
Ava has officially reached an age in which she fully understands what I say and what I do--so my character flaws concern me even more. How can I effectively LEAD by EXAMPLE when I'm still a work in progress?
Case in point: The other morning I was in a rush to get Ava dressed so we could make it to her doctor appointment in time, and I was being really impatient with Ava taking her sweet time picking out her panties and outfit for the day. (Honestly, the girl is very particular about which Disney Princess or Hello Kitty panty she wears. I have to lay out all of her clean panties and let her choose. It's enough to drive me insane each day). To make a long story short, I was sighing and yelling at her to hurry up and she was yelling at me to be quiet, etc...etc... I finally got her jacket on and walked away. I could see Ava was struggling to zip it up, but I walked away anyway because I didn't have the patience to try and help her. She probably would have pushed me away anyway. In any case, once she realized she needed my help, rather than politely asking me for help, she screamed "You didn't zip it up" and basically threw a fit. I was obviously shocked that she felt like she could speak to me in such a rude tone, but now that I've had some time to reflect on the incident (and many more that have occurred over the last year), it's PAINfully clear she is just treating me (and her daddy) the way she feels she's treated when we're in a hurry or tired, etc.
How sad. Ava has learned her impatience from me and now reacts to situations the way I do. I feel awful. Paybacks really are a %$^&*!
So what now? I ask of the world, the universe, anyone who will listen and respond with some good advise! How can I re-teach patience to a 3 year old? And better yet--where do I go to find this so-called virtue? It has to be the hardest one out there to find and hold on to.