The big kids went for a sleepover at Auntie Emma's this weekend and Joseph suddenly became the oldest child at home. I was crossing my fingers for a bit of extra sleep this morning but he came to my bedside at 5:00am and proudly proclaimed that he stayed in his bed "all night!" Then he promptly asked for breakfast. I pulled him in for a snuggle in hopes that he would drift back to sleep for another hour, but I had no luck.
We have been working on patience for quite a while. Joseph is a go-getter. When he wants something, he wants it now. If everyone is calling me for something, he makes sure he's the loudest so that I will hear him first. There are also up-sides to this though, like when he really wants to help you with something, he works pretty hard at it until it's done. He's a good kid.
At lunch time today he kept asking me for something over and over. "Joseph, honey, could you please be patient?" I asked. His reply, "Patience, like when I want my breakfast and I have to wait a long time?" A smirk formed on my face. "Exactly buddy, patience means waiting".
Even if it's for your tired mamma at 5:00am.
I love that boy and his insightfulness.
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