I bought Scrabble Jr. for a family Christmas present. The idea was to have fun while learning by playing with words. Patience did not come in the box. I sat there on the floor struggling to let the kids maintain control of their game, to not just tell them what to do, to not get upset when Finley refused all three or four of my suggestions. I am thankful that she likes to play the game.
Some days, my patience wears thin, and as I yell at them, I pray that they will forgive me someday, that my harshness and criticism won't hinder their pursuit of life.
And here comes Joe, soft blankie in hand, bleary-eyed this morning, ready for another day.
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