As with anything and everything, it's just time. The waiting, the passing of mundane hours, weeks, months. We're only up against it every single minute of every single day.
Time.
But we never know how much time it will take, or how much time will be needed, or how much time will have to pass. And yet, we move through our lives absolutely governed by time. From the instant we are born, no-make that conceived, our lives are counted in increments of time. Not by who we are, or what we do--but when we do it on the big calendar of life.
I don't think I have a point. Only that TIME is the one thing I know that we all say we never have enough of, and in the end--when our time runs out--we either mourn or celebrate what we did or didn't get to do with that time. I'm pretty sure this makes no sense. But it just feels so strange to me that here I sit, with seemingly all the time in the world because it isn't time for me to be a mommy yet. I'm waiting on Time, and to be honest, I am tired of having so much time.
3 comments:
Oh, sista. I GET this. Everything is measured in time -- and even more so, in the self-imposed timelines we put on ourselves.
The good news? Every day that passes is one day closer to you bringing home your baby.
Hugs,
Jo
Tick tock...tick tock... It is true isn't it! It is difficult, but do find joy and rejoice in the current time. The last two weekends we hopped down to some parties in Chicago...no babysitter required! It doesn't necessarily make it any better, but we can smile about it ;). Hang in there...
I get it. I SO get it.
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