I remember years ago, before having kids was even a thought for me…my mother was having a conversation with someone about this topic. My moms ultimate response was, out of everyone in the world, they wanted to share XYZ with you…you may not care, but they do…that’s how you cultivate excitement and growth. They’re nothing more than little humans, trying to navigate life. And that stick with me.
Meaning…who cares if you don’t want to see their red balloon, they’re excited about it. Who cares if they don’t know how to yo-yo and they’re making you watch for the 37th time, you’re bonding. Put yourself in their shoes, if everyone shit on everything you’re excited about or want to learn about (maybe they do), what kind of mood would that put you in? Personally, one of the coolest things about children to me is their wonder and amazement in such simple things…I want them to hold on to that innocence and energy for as long as possible. I’m not saying I’m perfect and don’t lose my cool, but when I notice I start getting irritated, I sit back and ask myself, if I were them, how would I want me to act.