I've learned from a five year old....
Mom: Do you want to go see Santa today, with Aunt Stephanie and Sami?
C: NO! NO! NO!
Mom: Sometimes mom likes to spend time with Aunt Steph & Sami. Mom's like to spend time with other mom's.
C: (no sympathy) NO! I wanna stay home.
Mom: We can go see Santa, have lunch with your old school friends, then go see Tangled?
C: NO! I just want to see Tangled and come home.
Mom: (Fears she has raised a loner.)
Long, drawn-out, back and forth conversation about Santa, lunch, and Tangled. Not going to be the mom forcing her kid on Santa's lap. But I thought it would be a fun little outing.
Five minutes of quiet and sulking. By both of us I think. I really wanted to see Santa!
C: I'm sorry.
Mom: What are you sorry for?
C: That I don't want a picture with Santa.
Mom: That's okay. Thanks for saying sorry.
Fifteen minute break.
C: I want eggs and bacon for breakfast.
Mom: I don't have bacon, I have sausage.
C: Okay. I want the sausage in the eggs.
Mom: Okay. I can do that.
Five minutes later....
C: Where are my eggs?
Mom: It takes a few minutes Caleb. They'll be ready soon. Is that how you should ask?
Ten minutes later.....eggs are mixed, about to go into the pan. Sausage is 75% done.
C: I changed my mind.
Mom: (I'm thinking, about Santa? Do we still have time yet to get there to meet the group?) What did you change your mind about?
C: I want a cereal bar for breakfast.
Mom: No. We're not doing that. The eggs and sausage are about ready. You can't change your mind now.
C: Runs off to the bathroom crying.
Mom: Caleb, stop crying over breakfast.
C: Comes back and tosses a dirty sock at my feet.
Mom: What is this? Why did you toss that at me?
C: (Comes to pick it up.) Because I'm tired.
Mom: Please go put it away...
C: (Sluggishly bends over, picks up sock and puts it away.)
Welcome to my morning......
A patient man has great understanding, but a quick-tempered man displays folly. Proverbs 14:29
Was it worth arguing over eggs & sausage and a dirty sock? No. I did find within myself some patience and used it. For those that would like to know the end of the story. I uttered not another word. I made his plate with eggs, mixed with sausage and one sauge pattie cut up on the side. A dollop of ketchup and a glass of orange juice. I set it at the table, all the while telling myself to not say anything more.
Before I knew it...his plate was emtpy. Five minutes later he wanted a cereal bar. And then another. I'm glad we didn't argue because I seems he really was very hungry today. He ate the eggs and two cereal bars without wasting anything.
Life is good once again!