What Does Practicing Patience Really Teach Us?

The first lesson I remember in patience was when I was in second grade. There was a special day when moms came for lunch and then hung out with us on the playground. I devised a brilliant plan to show my mom how I could swing across the monkey bars. I decided I would practice skipping one bar and impress her. Each day, I worked to build my strength and agility to swing from bar to bar. My hands were sore as…