I am not a patient person. At least I don’t feel like a patient person. I have always been one for instant gratification, I want it and I want it now? Why save for it when you can put it on a credit card and pay it off WHILE you enjoy it? I have, over the years, learned a bit more patience when it comes to financial matters. I use credit sparingly and even then I plan carefully to use 0% interest specials and be sure to pay off before the expiration date on the offer. I am patient and kind with my animals. I love them to the moon and back just like you love your children.
But with my husband? I feel like I am lacking patience. Because he has the reasoning ability of a 5 year old he is frustrating to talk to. He struggles to speak at times BUT I hear him on the phone with his sister and he’s chatting away then he refuses to speak to me. I ask questions and they are answered with hand waves, facial expressions and grunts. I tell him he has to use WORDS and he just clams right up and refuses to answer. I try to reason with him which is of course futile (have you tried to reason with a 5 year old?) but I look at a full grown man sitting in front of me, my husband, a man that used to be decisive and authoritative and never one to mince words. I wish I could just see him as he is now but who he used to be so clouds my vision it’s hard to comprehend. So I argue with him, I threaten him, and through it all he refuses to talk to me, will not fight back and just laughs, and laughs and laughs.
The laughing is part of the dementia (lability or pseudo bulbar affect? take your pick) but it still has the ability to infuriate me. And in those moments I find myself praying for patience. That is a dangerous thing because truly learning patience comes through some very difficult situations. But I’m already there and I need the patience to stop the anger.
Love is patient, Love is kind. I do love him and I want to be patient and kind I really really do. I pray daily for patience, kindness, gentleness and LOVE.
Part of my efforts to change the dynamic come with hugs, daily hugs. An effort to reconnect and remember that love we used to have. He resists sometimes and then it’s just a quick hug and I tell him I love him (he never says this anymore) but other days he leans in and we both get a real hug. It makes me miss him more but it reminds me of the LOVE that brought me here in the first place.
I am still not a patient person, but I am more patient than I used to be and I pray that each day I become more patient than the day before.