The earlier part of my day was filled with anger, hurt, resentment, and fatigue. I was anxious and lacked trust in God. I gave in to my proud, self-righteous self and it resulted in a confrontation that hurt the other person, and more so, myself.
A few hours after, I have started to speak to our nanny, albeit still a little cold and business-like. There are things I learned from what has transpired, not only today, but these past three days when the yayas were off and hubby and I were left to take care of the kids:
·It’s good to be left with the kids sometimes. Surely, it stretched my patience to its limits (and beyond) and mealtimes were never that easy. But we got to know them a little more and discovered their different quirks. We knew a little more of our children.
·The yayas are very important. No use kidding myself or being proud saying we can survive without them. We can’t! Heck, I am exaggerating a bit here; we can survive but it would be extremely tough for us and the kids. Parents who are tired and stressed and yelling all the time - not good!
·I learned how true it is, this thing that Mommy tells me. Sometimes it is better to be loving than to be right. I may think (or even know) that I am doing the right thing but being too puffed up does not always lead to happiness and peace. Sometimes, it’s better to be forgiving than to be right. To not sweat the small stuff.
·Having the in-laws over is never a bad thing. They are easy-going, kind people who are not very hard to please. They are family.
·One more thing: you’ll never know when a term, pregnant woman is going to give birth. Not even if her cervix has been 1 cm dilated for more than 10 days. There’s just no way of knowing. One learns to wait. And wait. And pray. And wait.
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