Patience

I am not a patient person.

I know that would surprise people who saw me as a preschool person, but that is part of the job description when working with toddlers. They still live in a world that moves a lot slower than the rest of us are used to. They need time to understand, play with, taste and savor things if you really want them to internalize those things.

Out here in the big world, my world seems to work on double time.  People at stoplights and stop signs seem to wait interminably long times to me before they go.  My computer feels like it's in slow motion much of the time. Meal times take years to come around and pounds melt off me like snow melts off icebergs at absolute zero.

I cannot tell you how often I would like to reach out and press fast forward!

(But then I do it on a movie and miss the whole climax, which I suppose is exactly why I can't do it in real life.) I'd be a thousand years old by now.

Or - gulp - long gone.