Gold medal to patient parents

I love children, I realy do. My special prince is my 3,5 year old nephew. But after beeing away in a cottage in the snowy mountins for some days together with 6 other adults, one 3,5 year old, one 8 month old, and two dogs. I'm kind of tierd in my head, and have a bit of a lack of patience.

Even if I'm used to have people around I usualy need some moments of silence and relaxation. I could manage this days, when I know that after this I could go back home to my place in my own loneliness. But it's something else for the parents for this small children.

I also had the benefit to be allowed to go away, or shut down my ears when it was "fights", when fatigue and obstinacy stand agains each other, when tears spurts and there is not enough air in the lungs to scream more. Because I'm not the one with the responsibility. But it's something else for the parents.

It's one thing to be the nice aunt that comes with presents some time just because I want to. Playing around and making funny things. Or help out leaving to the day nursery sometimes to give him a bit more sleep in the morning. That's one thing, and I love it. But be a parent?!

I give all credit to all patient parents. Maybe it is like one of my friends sad, "I belive that when you get a child you also get extra patience". And I'm totaly willing to belive in that one.

Gold medal to patient parents of small children!