I always figured I was of the impatient kind. And that nothing in the world could ever change that.
As someone that was used to grasping new things quickly, I never really had the patience to sit down and try long and hard. That almost broke my neck in medical school, as some of the topics required me to just do things repeatedly until I had memorized them by heart – a concept that to this day doesn´t agree with me.
That is just the way it is, I told myself. I will lead a long, happy and impatient life.
There are some struggles with motherhood that no one really prepares you for. And I am not talking sleepless nights and complete loss of privacy here.
I talk about the struggles you face when your kids develop their own taste and it is completely different to yours.
“It is a phase!” is what people tell me, and I cling on to that hope like a drowning woman. Because right now all my daughter wants is pink, glitter and unicorns. And if you know me just a little, pink, glitter and unicorns are not my style.
They used to be though, as I faintly remember. When I was around six, I had set my heart on having a princess party for my birthday, and I wanted a pink dress and pink glitter and a plastic crown to wear.