When you think of someone being wise, you may naturally think of someone being of an age.
A person that is the pinnacle of the family.
A person that is often called upon to give council to another.
A person that holds great knowledge, experiences, understanding, common sense and insight from their own life experiences.
A person that shows attributes such as unbiased judgment, compassion, moral compass, problem solver, who can detach themselves when needed and can show concern for others.
A person that can communicate life lessons in a way that is respected.
Wisdom is not granted but earned.
The other morning Billy and I were getting ready for school.
Even that we get up at the crack of dawn, the morning rush still happens from time to time.
Billy loves to ease into the day and likes a little time to climatise.
Every morning without fail, he opens his bedroom door and says ‘Morning time?’
And just stands there until someone, anyone, gives him an answer.
9 times out of 10, we agree, and with a thunder of feet against the hallway floor, Billy appears for a quick cuddle.
Before returning to his bedroom to lounge about before he gets his next orders.
Billy loves routine just as much as a relaxing morning.
Apart from lounging about, Billy understands that mornings are also about, medication, physio, endless food intake, dressing, teeth, and a little light school reading.
Most mornings this goes without a hitch, but on other days Billy will give me a run for my money.
Undoubtedly over the week, Billy at some point will express his true feelings about his routine.
But, with a little encouragement, a funny game, he’s normally on board.
But this morning, reading wasn’t his top priority.
But in Billy style he sat down, didn’t make a fuss, and looked fairly willing.
So, after a couple of pages with little effort.
I told him the truth.
‘Billy you’re wasting my time and your own’
At this point the book was returned to the book bag.
We mutually agreed without talking to continue our morning routine with limited conversation, just awkward silence.
After Billy went to school, I felt angry at myself for getting so wound up, at something so trivial.
So that afternoon when he came home, I apologised for my actions.
I asked him if he accepted my apology and he said………………
‘I love you mummy, but sometimes I don’t like what you do’
I smiled and said ‘Wise words Billy.’
Remember you may not feel strong but you are
Love
The Rose-Tinted Mum
The Rose Tinted mum 