I spent a little over the prescribed "nine" months pregnant with each of my babies, and anyone who knows me knows I was anything but patient. I wanted those babies out I was done, finito, over it, and finished with the while shebang. However, they didn't want to come out each if my little ones was several days past due.
Ironically here I find myself done with bearing children and still waiting on babies. Thankfully now it's not waiting white painful hips, shortness of breath, and majorly swollen feet, but I'm still waiting. I'm waiting to witness the miracle of life, to capture brief moments in time that are so easily forgotten by an exhausted mother, and a worried, and excited father. I'm waiting to pose little newborns into ridiculously adorable postures, sweet little outfits, and snap those precious pictures that will decorate baby books and grandparents mantles. I find myself even waiting with the mommas, meeting them hearing their worries, and joys, and mostly hearing them say how they cannot wait to meet their little ones.
Waiting is something I am not good at, just as my family, but with this new path I think I will find myself waiting a lot. That's Ok! I am learning that I don't mind the wait as much. It gives me time to stop and look around and enjoy life a little. I've kept my schedule lite the last few days in anticipation of a birth, and today instead of working I did puzzles with my baby and taught her a new word, "zebra". She's been practicing all afternoon. I find myself getting caught up in the waiting sometimes constantly checking my email, Facebook, phone and I realize I am loosing time in the here and now waiting for tomorrow. Im sure this theme has been explored by many writers more qualified than myself so I will close with this, I know when this little one does decide to grace us with her presence it will be well worth the wait. But in the meantime I am going to have a tea party, and play superheroes, and color laugh and dance and enjoy my today.