I was not always patient.

Once, when Harper spilled juice on the floor, I reacted with sharp frustration because the sudden noise startled me.

She went quiet, and I saw fear flash across her face.

I knelt and apologized.

I explained that the spill was an accident and that my reaction had been too big.

We wiped the floor together, and she asked if we could use a cup with a lid next time.

I agreed.