never stops teaching.
Journaling for awareness. Growing for life.
They say that the things that bug us the most in others are the very things we don’t like in ourselves.
Yesterday, I was short on patience, because every time Brennan (age 3) set out to play with something, he seemed to end up in tears. The checker pieces wouldn’t fit in the back of the toy garbage truck. The Lego tower didn’t have a strong base and fell over. The cowboy boots would not fit over his ski socks. As a result, there was a lot of whining and crying. I was almost at the end of my rope by the time he dumped all the wooden blocks into my good Stainless soup pot and dragged it across the kitchen …