Sunday, May 7, 2006

Impatient Crow's Feet

A hard thing for me to accept is, as always, my impatience with my son Nathans' lack of focus.
I'm normally very patient, especially with my sensitive guy with the heart big as all tarnation. But with this one thing this repitition, nagging, begging on my part to get him to focus!!!!..... it triggers a particular undesireable response in me and this begats a kind of guilty implicatedness. This fact of his predictable non-focusing suggests to me that I'm just too irritable. Which makes me more irritable.
While I wait "patiently" for him to finish his 40-55 minute shower, or the 5th time I've asked him to brush his teeth, or where the heck, for the Bazillionth time, he has he stashed his glasses?!?!?; I find exasperatingly myself rolling my eyes to no one imparticular, (He Hum) I noticed the scowl lines between my eyebrows — more screeching tarodactyl tallons than crow's feet — and I was filled with a longing to change.

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