At the age of 28, I still remember being young. Well, ok, I am still young, but I recall being younger, and even sillier.
What I mean to say is, I can remember a time when certain things I know now seemed ridiculous. Life teaches one many things which really only come with time and experience, and I recall enough to know that telling a youngster those things is a waste of time.
One of the things I’m referring to is the ability to control one’s emotions. This is something that even now I struggle with, but I’m beginning to realise it is possible. It is not necessary to give in to anger or fear; reining it in is easier than you might think.
A few times lately I have felt frustration or impatience rising within me, usually related to the behaviour of one or both children. However all it takes to stem that is a quick, deliberate injection of rational thought to the situation.
So I’m bored sitting by Elspeth’s bed for so long waiting for her to sleep? What the hell else would I be doing with that time, I ask myself – and the answer is nothing very interesting or important. Result: instant acceptance of what I’m doing.
So I just had to stop typing this blog post for twenty minutes to play with blocks? Oh no, what a tragedy. The computer isn’t going anywhere. All that I typed was still here when I came back. No big deal.
I think sometimes it’s easy to get caught up in what you’re doing or what you want, and you can forget that in the big scheme of things it really isn’t that important. Reminding yourself of how unimportant so many things really are is a big part of staying calm when those things are interrupted, stopped, or prevented.
Don’t sweat the small stuff.