Running the Race
As she runs out of the room, I know she wasn't really listening. She arrives before me with excitement and with a feeling of accomplishment only to be welcomed by a frustrated and inpatient tone. "Abbie, I said 'go into your room and get the baby wipes. Not a tissue, not another diaper, and definitely not a toy!" I can feel my frustration turn into anger. "Forget it, I will do it myself. Do you think you can keep an eye on your sister so she doesn't fall off the couch?" I finish changing Eb's blowout of a diaper and the guilt sets in. Abbie has a problem listening. Her hearing is perfectly fine but her listening does not work. I try tricks like repeating myself, looking her in the eyes when I say it, making her stop moving around, and having her repeat it. She still somehow gets distracted and brings me the wrong item. Oh how lucky we are to have a father who has so much patience than I could ever have. There are so many times that