I know waiting is hard.
My students’ attention spans can be the size of gnats, so I repeat that statement many, many times over the course of the school day. Waiting for a turn to spell a name, waiting for snack, waiting for a spot in the bathroom, waiting for another classroom to leave the gym, waiting for an activity to start, waiting for other friends to behave, waiting for lunch, waiting for parents to arrive, and on and on it goes. They react to waiting in so many different ways: screaming, crying, kicking, talking incessantly, and even running away. I talk to them over and over again about the difficulty of waiting and that I understand. But they forget, so I keep reminding.
One would think that this perpetual lesson in waiting would help me remember that waiting is a struggle common to all. It’s an inevitable part of life. Sometimes I can handle waiting with no problem, content in the moment.
Other times I just want some things to HAPPEN already. There are so many things on the periphery of my life that I want moved to the center, but they remain stubbornly on the outside. I want to know how to prepare for my next steps since I will not be an assistant forever, but the steps remain hidden.
Patience has never been my strong suit.
2 thoughts on “Waiting Is Hard”
You are a queen among women, and not least because you know and love “Hank the Cowdog.” 🙂 I love catching up on your blog.
I just learned that I have the power to edit your comment. I never would though, because it’s awesome by itself. 🙂
You’re sweet. I love catching up by reading yours too.
Things we have in common that I didn’t know before this past month:
3. Writing two undergrad theses
I’m sure there are more.
I’m really glad we reconnected at Andrea’s wedding.
also, I need your email address for the times when I want to ask you something that takes longer than 140 characters or I don’t want the whole world to know. just add an “oh” to the name of my blog. I use gmail. If you need me to be more specific, I can dm you. 🙂