Growing Patience
“Mommy! Look at this!” my youngest shouts, bouncing down the hall.I’d love to look, but I’m too busy picking dried-up fruit snacks out of the living room carpet. “In a minute, sweetie,” I shout over my shoulder.Thirty brief seconds pass. “Mommy!” The voice gets louder . . . and the bouncing gets closer.“Hold on!”I make a mental note …