If you are anything like me impatience is something you are highly familiar with. And I mean highly. It has always been a struggle of mine. It is an area in life I am constantly having to force myself to go against the grain of what feels like my very natural makeup.
Impatience is something I struggle with in my marriage and motherhood as well. I want things to go right and go right the first time. More accurately, I want things to go as I think they should, however, that may be. It is a real struggle!
And when I do get my way after expressing my impatience in a less than tolerable attitude? Oh, the guilt. I look at the way impatience urged me to treat the people I love the most. Note the impatience itself did not render me helpless. It was my choice to succumb to it, to let it rule over me.
Was it worth giving into just to get my way? Is my way really all that stellar anyways? Maybe the intent behind getting my way isn’t as awful as the means I took to get it, but I can ensure you any well intent is lost in an impatient delivery.
To take note from the book of Proverbs on the matter:
Better a patient person than a warrior,
One with self-control than one who takes a city.
Notice the term ‘self-control’. It is funny to me in the sense that ‘self-control’ is an attribute my kids and I have been studying in our Virtue Study units, and oh have we discussed it. We talk about self-control meaning we make ourself make the right choice even when we don’t want to. How easy it is to talk about this to your kids, because how pleasant is a self-controlled kid right?
If I am going to make it a point to teach my kids about it, then I surely need to be exercising it myself. No, I am not always going to succeed. I will falter and I will slip up, but I ought to own my mistake(s) and move forward.
It is my choice. Self-control or the reign of impatience.