I discovered Janet Lansbury website when someone shared a link on not putting your baby on tummy time. THAT was interesting. The rest was history, I devoured her posts about respectful parenting at a time when I was struggling to deal with toddler tantrums and a 5 year old’s defiance. Now there was one article that I read, loved it and forgot about it. I was still dealing with raw issues of my own impatience, anxiety, frustrations and crabbiness in my parenting life. 2 years later, I saw this article again and was more ready to slow down, be more peaceful, more aware of my emotions and tone with my kids.
That magic word? WAIT.
Can you wait? I mean we wait for a lot of things here. We wait for the bus, wait for our turn to buy that really delicious bak chor mee (肉脞面 or minced meat noodles), we wait for our turn at the clinic. There are a lot of things we have to wait around here. The thing is, being angry at the bus for not coming now, or shouting at the bak chor mee uncle to cook faster, or threatening the doctor to see his patients faster isn’t going to get you what you want or anywhere at all. It makes it worse!
So when it comes to our child, can we wait?
When it’s bath time and she is still drawing. I wait for her to finish a part of it, after I tell her it’s 5 minutes to bath time, and then that the 5 minutes is up.
When she’s bathing and wants to use the shower to shower her hair on her own, shower my feet or adjust her hair sideways (like Elsa), I wait and enjoy watching her. (Note to self: always remember to give time for baths to avoid me rushing her to bathe in record time)
When I call them to come for breakfast, I wait for them to come (like count 30 under my breath) instead of expecting them to appear like lighting the moment I end my sentence.
I wait for the season when she is ready to write her 2s or 5s on her own, without me dotting the number for her to trace. It may take a week, a month or many months. I wait. Does it matter that she can write ALL her numbers at almost 4 years old, or even 5 or 6?
I wait for them to be ready to learn. Sometimes some learning or books need to be put on hold or shelved because they are just not ready for it. We struggled with writing 习字 (the Chinese version of copywriting) when she was 5 years old and it was creating too much strife between us. I expected her to follow the stroke order and she wanted herself to write perfectly but couldn’t. So we stopped writing Chinese for more than a year. We started again when she was 7 years old (a few months back) and it was so much easier.
I wait for her to show signs to be ready to read. She is ‘reading’ to herself by telling the stories with the help of illustrations and memory of what we read to her. (it has been almost a year that she has been doing this). She is asking me how a word is read, even though the word is just “Hello Kitty”. Hopefully a little wiser now, I know better not to push the reading agenda till it’s very clear that she is ready.
I wait for them to calm down from crying when they fall down or feel sad. I don’t try to hush them to stop or distract them to stop as soon as possible. In between, I hug, acknowledge that it hurts, or that they wanted something they couldn’t have. It usually lasts no more than one minute, really…if I count, because those few seconds listening to them cry can feel like forever. (Although inside me I’m feel like I want to shout out “please stop crying now!”)
I try to wait for them to sort their conflict out, as long as they are not physically hurting each other. Sometimes that few seconds of listening and waiting can surprise me. They may sound like almost getting into a squabble and suddenly someone changes the mood by laughing or making leeway for the other and they are playing happily again. It takes a lot more self-control not to act on the impulse step in but to wait, observe and discern.
I wait for them to discover the toy instead of quipping in with my amazing suggestion on how to play better or build something different from what they had been doing again and again. (they surprise me, really!)
I wait for them to finish what they want to tell me, even though the message takes a while to come out in the midst of the thinking which can sound like stuttering (for my 3 year old) or when the message is really really long (for my 7 year old). This is hard when Emily’s telling me something that’s interesting….when she’s about to sleep. What’s with the long bedtime conversations that won’t happen elsewhere?
Waiting can be so so hard. It takes practice. I’m trying to practice it even though I lost it today. But I will try again tomorrow.
That practice of waiting teaches us to respect their feelings, to listen to them and really know them so much more. It helps me to plan ahead and relax especially when it is really not crucial.
Really, learning to wait is sometimes also learning to love, because
“Love is patient, love is kind….It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.”
1 Corinthians 13: 4-5