Our SS class did a study on Dr. Seuss. Last week we read "Oh The Places You'll Go" which mostly makes me think of high school graduation.
But reading it again, as a full on grown up, who's been a few 'places' certain passages just jumped out and grabbed my heart.
You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless 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.
Is this what we've been doing these past four and half years? Racing down long wiggled roads, grinding on for miles across a weirdish wild space? Always in the most useless place--the waiting place? We have tried tried tried to live our lives, to keep on going, to not be deterred. But truthfully, when you're trying to make HAVING KIDS happen it's kind of a turning point, no? Our lives haven't been on hold 100%, but seriously, everything has been delayed.
And now suddenly, the wait becomes two days. From four and half years to two days to finally KNOW.
This next part also grabbed us both:
And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)
KID, YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!
I wish I could say it was the "Kid you'll move mountains!" part. Well, that made me tear up. But that 98 3/4 percent guaranteed--we both looked at each other and mouthed "We're in the 1.25% other percent."
Because there are no guarantees. I've seen women transfer perfect embryos and not have them stick around and then there are the ones where less than ideal embryos decide to become perfect babies and make their parents' dreams come true.
It could go either way.
Oh the places we've been...
Oh the places we'll go.
2 years ago