Another in the occasional series “things I learn from my son.”
Nothing teaches how to be frustrated at a situation without being frustrated at a person quite like being home with a sick kiddo. He’s swinging from happy to confused and upset with regular irregularity, and what “works” for him frequently changes today. That should be frustrating, but it’s not. There is a lot of patience that comes with knowing that he does not know himself. That patience would wear thin if I thought he could tell me but chose not to.
This is a patience we could use more in our adult lives. I think we assume too much knowledge in each other. When we wonder why others are not being constant, we do so assuming they know what’s going on. I suspect that that is frequently not a safe assumption.