When I was growing up my mom used to say “pray for patience you need it. I’d come back saying “I don’t want it and I’m not praying for it. “. I never prayed for it. Somehow, as I got older I developed it anyway. Not sure how or when. I just know one day I got it. I got married at 22 years old. I had a husband who acted more like a child than an adult. Trufully, in his 40’s he hasn’t changed, I have heard. He is still the same. Only difference is, we are divorced. I had a child at 21. Maybe that’s when patience started to form. I had this being I had to care for 24/7. A lot of the time with no help to speak of. I was on my own and so far from what I called home. When my daughter turned 6 years of age she was already in kindergarten. She was the oldest in her class. She swore she knew everything. I had prepared her well. She knew how to spell her first name, she knew her phone number, and a few other key things. Thanks to a teacher friend who gave us 10 goals to work on. My daughter
