This morning I was wrestling with a wiggly Sydney, who is at her slipperiest and fastest, when she has a poopy diaper. Talmage was in the same room, voicing contrary comments, as 2 year-olds may be wont to do. Exasperated with them both, I asked outloud, "Why does everything have to be a battle?!" In the quiet that followed, Talmage's quiet voice pipes up, "Mommy, be patient." Yep. A correction can't come any more clearly and be any more humbling than one like that.
I'm not sure how Talmage knew to use that phrase. It was like that one scripture in action - the one that goes "little children do have words given unto them many times, which confound the wise and the learned" (Alma 32:23). And so I approach this week with heightened awareness of the need for this mom to offer more patience. More patience, more love, more good humor. More of all the good stuff.
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