Love is Patient

 In Writer in Residence

Written by: Collette Cottingham; Anontropolis


I hit a train. I knew what to do. I turned off my vehicle and pulled out a book. In my area you have to know the train schedule. It is a must, running a few minutes late can have devastating consequences.

An hour later I was on my way. I was happy, I read a book, talked to both my siblings and balanced my checkbook. I got things done. I have been gifted with patience.

I don’t mind waiting. I know part of my patience is in my DNA. The other part comes from observation. You see if there is a thing called physical dyslexia, I have it. I didn’t learn to ride a bike until I was eight.

I couldn’t do it. The people trying to teach me were quite frustrated. After hours, days and weeks, both the student and the teacher were in tears. Through my tears I watched a 3 year old whiz past on his two wheel bike.

I was a disappointed to myself and my family. A neighbor with tremendous patience, loaned me a toddler bike he was kind enough to remove the training wheels and pedals. It was my start. In a few weeks I had advanced so much he put the pedals back on. By the end of the summer I was riding a bike fit for an eight year old.

I appreciated his patience and kindness. He had no frustration. I want to be that patient cheerleader. I know if you provide a space filled with patience and kindness a person will truly grow.

I also have patience with myself. I know it takes me a long time to understand certain things. I give myself patience knowing it will come in time. I have a lazy day, no stress, I must have needed that day. Life is too short not to enjoy everything about it.


Inspiration Challenge:

Tell me about a time you were patient with yourself.


Write On Ladies, Write On



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