Today was my last day working with a boy I have been taking care of for the last four months who has a mental disability. Sure, the job is rewarding and I love the boy immensely but at times it can be exhausting to repetitively tell someone to put their clothes on (just saying). The thing I love the most is that this boy has pushed me to my limits with patience.
Patience. That word that a lot of us struggle with living up to in definition. It's not a simple concept and it definitely is something that, at times, I'm not patient enough to deal with. But what does patience really look like? Is patience being able to not yell in a tight situation? Or is patience being able to stand in a line for 2 hours to get a dozen donuts?
I think patience is being content with any given situation you are in, whether it be taking care of a boy with Aspergers, standing in line at the grocery store or waiting for the right person to come along in your life. Being patient requires a lot of patience which is an incredibly odd concept, but it's true. Patience is the ability or willingness to suppress restlessness or annoyance when confronted with delay (As defined in the dictionary).
Ultimately, patience goes a long way, patience takes you places you've never been before, such as; a sense of peace within yourself, a better bond with other homo-sapiens, and maybe even, a box of a dozen donuts ;)
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