When I was pregnant with Rhys I read quite a few different books, to help me get my head around all of it.
I read books that talked about pregnancy. I read books that sort of helped me get my head around giving birth. And then once he’d arrived I read a couple more books that offered advice on what to do now that he was actually here.
One of my favourites was the baby whisperer solves all your problems.
I liked the philosophy behind it, as it acknowledges that babies aren’t all the same. I also liked that it acknowledged that parenting is hard. And that one of the best things you can do as a parent is learn to be patient.
I’ve definitely had to dig deep into my reserves of patience in the last 5 years.
For the most part I think I do a pretty good job with it.
We were patient with Rhys, when he just didn’t ‘get’ potty training. And it was the best decision we made. Because it took the pressure off all of us, and he got there in his own time.
I was really patient when he regressed a bit at bedtime, and didn’t like being left to go to sleep by himself. We knew controlled crying wasn’t for us, so for weeks I sat on the floor. By his bed, in the middle of the room, by the door, on the landing. Gradually inching away until his confidence came back and we could put him to bed with a kiss and just walk away.
I try to be patient with the constant, endless questions. When my two seem to take it in turns to ask questions that don’t always make sense.
I do my best to be patient when Nerys decides she wants to do things herself, when we really just need to get out the front door.
Some days though, especially if I’m tired, I struggle. I snap and I shout, and then I feel awful about it.
But I think that is just being a normal parent isn’t it?

Did you find patience you didn’t know you had, when you became a parent?
Or have you found that you’re really not as patient as you thought you were?!