Waiting

One of my favorite books is Oh the Places You'll Go by Dr. Suess. Like millions of others, I received a copy for my high school graduation and although it's almost cliche by now, it's message really is appropriate.

One paragraph in particular has been resonating with me lately:

You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long and wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most usless place

The Waiting Place...

...for people just waiting.

Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

I feel like at work I've just been waiting for it to be over (only three more days!) and at home we're just waiting for the baby. Sure, there is stuff to do in between, but it's hard to shake the feeling that everything is on hold until these two things happen, at which point I can start to get on with my life again.

And that's really too bad, because part of me knows that I should be trying to enjoy my last few days at work, or at least spend more time visiting with people that I might not see for awhile. I should also be enjoying these last few weeks of it being just the three of us here at home, not to mention paying more attention to the miracle that this pregnancy represents. It's like I'm so anxious to get through it all that I'm not taking any time to experience the moment. I need to "find the bright places where the boom bands are playing".

Maybe tomorrow.