Patience, parenting, and prayer are three things that I take fairly seriously. They are not necessarily three things that come naturally or that I excel at all that time. I’m better at some then others. I must be frank and tell you that I am not a patient person. This admission is laughable I’m sure to my husband, my mom, and anybody who really knows me. Not only am I not a patient person- I would describe myself as quite speedy in most areas of my life. And while being slow and patient aren’t exactly one in the same I feel as though they lend themselves easier than patience and rushing do.
So I’ve been thinking A TON about patience and about parenting and about prayer and really they all go hand in hand for me. I cannot really separate them now that I think about it. In order to be a better parent- I need patience- and I’ve never found patience anywhere but in my prayer.
This all came to light for me last week. I’ve been really busy at work, getting Small Steps ready for some exciting upcoming movement towards AWESOMENESS, and raising these two little humans that I love so dearly (except when they’re screaming or crying- I still love them then but its more of a desperate, annoyed kind of love then it is a dear one.) I digress. One morning I was feeling particularly stressed. Things were all getting under my skin, nothing was seemingly working the way I’d hoped, and I was getting really impatient. I began to share this with a colleague.
May is a hard time of year in a school. Patience is thin, people are tired, and the work seems endless. I’m in a particularly ornery place as I prepare for transition.I realized that I wasn’t the only one. In fact, I was in good company. My colleague shared with me that she prayed so hard for patience after two particularly difficult days of feeling terribly impatient. And in that moment I really got something I don’t know if I ever had understood before.
Prayer is transformative and informative.
Prayer works. Before you start getting all crazy on me. Citing the times you prayed to pass your test in grade school and you didn’t or that Brad Pitt would call (though to be honest he’s not looking that good lately, or is that just me.) Or even the more serious times. The times when you prayed that God would cure your loved one of the terrible illness, mental or physical or when you prayed for strength but couldn’t find out or a way to save the relationship that at one point brought you joy.
Prayer isn’t magic, unfortunately, or if it is, I’ve never really been that good at that part. I love this quote from St. Therese of Lisieux from Story of a Soul, “For me, prayer is a surge of the heart; it is a simple look turned towards heaven; it is a cry of recognition and love; embracing both trial and joy.”
That sounds like my parenting. “A cry of recognition and love; embracing both trial and joy.” Hell to the yes. I mean seriously. I don’t know about you but that screams to me so clearly. In the moments were I’m about to lose my you know what and I cannot seem to get it together I will seek to turn towards “heaven” or towards God- right there in the face of my sweet boys. Turn toward them not away. And to embrace both trial and joy because they both abound in these days of pure parenting intensity.
Patience, Parenting, and Prayer are all in themselves trials and joys for me. I like the letter P, I feel like an episode of sesame street. And this blog post was brought to you by the letter P. Oh and there’s always Pizza when the other ones seem too hard. Order a pizza.