Sometimes it is spoken in a whisper, other times it’s a bark, this, “Be patient” seems to be an inevitable refrain in parenting. And, as it turns out, in life. I try to keep the burn from showing in my cheeks as I bite back yet another, “But I don’t want to wait.” I am unapologetically tired of waiting. Waiting to have time, waiting to know, waiting to have the footing I sense is out there, but just beyond where I am. I want now to be the now that delivers me to what we’ve been working toward. If I were parenting me I’d say, “It’s this time right now—these nights of going to bed dreaming about it, followed by the mornings waking up…