Feature Friday | Patience

Feature Friday is slowly becoming pretty much my favorite day of the week. Reading the fantastic posts that other bloggers so generously contribute; being able to spotlight said bloggers-those that I both admire and respect. What’s not to love?

Plus, it gives me a much needed break from my regular blogging duties. I’m hoping to be back to regular posting after the first of the year. Work has me swamped and I’m trying to enjoy as much of the holiday time as I can. And that means making a few sacrifices here and there. I’m sure you guys understand. Blogging and working full time while being a wife and mother, is just plain hard.

This weeks blogger is someone I consider to be one of the most genuine people I’ve ever met. She pours her heart out on an almost daily basis, share’s real life experiences without hesitation and never shies away from telling life how it is. Many of you probably know Kimberly from Mama’s Monologues. And I’m beyond pleased to have her visiting today!

Kimberly is the person behind the words at Mama’s Monologues. She is a stay at home mom trying to find that perfect balance between motherhood, marriage, and all of the mayhem in between.  You can find her on Twitter and Facebook, always willing to chat. She is also part of the team at VlogTalk, where we encourage bloggers to get in front of the camera.

Patience

He looks up at me, tear-filled eyes, and screams a blood curdling sound.

He wanted juice. But not the red juice. He wanted the apple juice that he denied the first few times I offered.

And not just apple juice in any sippy cup. It had to be in the blue one. The blue one with the dinosaurs on it, not the one with Woody and Buzz Lightyear.

Please don’t let it be one of those days.

He wants to play with me. I offered almost every single toy we own, but each were met with a stubborn shake of the head and a loud, forceful “NO”. He wanted to play with the trains. But not the red train, or the green train, or the brown train. He wanted the blue one. Not the blue Gordon though. He wanted the blue Thomas train.

It’s going to be one of those days.

There are fights over toys, tantrums thrown over books, and tears shed in time out.

Blocks are thrown, puzzles are ignored, and peace offerings rejected.

There are hearts broken in frustration. Patience lost through each battle.

I’m tired. Tired of the fighting. Tired of putting on a happy face. Tired of playing referee.

But then, he does it.

He comes towards me with those big blue eyes. He climbs into my lap and curls his legs around me. He nestles his head into the crook of my neck, where it has fit so perfectly since he was born. He wraps his little toddler arms around me and squeezes just right. A whispered “I love you Mommy” is heard in my ear.

My whole body melts. I feel my eyes well up with tears. Tears of pure joy and complete love.

Suddenly the frustrations of the day disappear and I bask in this moment. A moment of happiness I never want to forget.