Waiting. As moms we do a lot of waiting. We wait 9 months for our children to be born. When we finally hold their sweet bodies, we think the waiting is done. Yet we soon realize, the waiting has only begun. We wait at the doctors’ appointments. We wait at the drive thru. We wait for dad to finally come home. We wait at soccer practices and theater rehearsals. We wait for wounds to heal and bleeding to stop.
I hate waiting. However, it’s in the waiting, I learn the most. Car rides give me insight into my child’s world. I learn likes and dislikes. I see things I need to change and things I’m doing right. I see a hint of a mustache growing on my 13 year old. I see kindness and a new inquisitiveness blooming in my 11 year old. I see my babies growing up before me. I realize I need to do less talking, scolding and phone checking. I need to do more waiting. We are only given so many moments with our children. Many of those moments are spent waiting. Wait with your children. Soon, the waiting will be over.