We all have to wait. There’s a spectrum of patience, from Indian bureaucracy at the top to Manhattan driver at the bottom. I can be patient when I know it’s truly out of my hands, and horribly impatient when it’s because the kids are lollygagging, or looking at a bird, or getting distracted by an ear vacuum, or thinking they can do a craft project in the five minutes before we have to leave for school. I try to be calm but…COME ON!!! MOVE!!! MUSH!!! I get the sense that The Boy is much calmer. At three years old he can sit in a doctor’s office and…wait. I need to teach him the lotus position.
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