I have always been an impatient impetuous child.
While taking care of my mother I just felt that some amazing doors were going to be opening and of course me being the "impatient" one I just could not wait.
I had a dream where I was a child tugging at my Heavenly Father's robe hounding Him,
"Is it time yet is it time yet?"
I was so crushed when His great hand gently patted me on top of my head and in the most kind voice said, "not yet little one, the time will come just be patient."
I remember hanging my little head and kicking my feet into the ground as I murmured, "oh all right."
Shortly after my mother was called home those wonder doors were opened, but alas, how I wish I had had more time with my mother. Hence "Impatience":
but before sending her own her way,
by a road block lovingly placed in her path.