I don’t like waiting. If something is wrong, I want to fix it NOW! If I have an idea, I want to create it NOW. I don’t even like to wait in lines. The reality of course is that everything in my life is not under my control. Learning to let go and let things unfold in their own time is a lesson I am likely to be working on my entire life.
When I think about the word “waiting,” one of the memories that comes to my mind is “waiting to become pregnant” Al and I married in September 1971. Right from the beginning, we wanted to add a child to our new family. I think at that time I had the misconception that if I wanted to be pregnant, I would get pregnant right away.
Not so. Month after month my period came, each time heralding the delay of our dream for yet another month. Months turned into a year. And a year turned into two years. Still no baby. As I remember it, at that time 26 years of age was considered “old” for having a first child. We began to have doubts that we would ever become parents. Thankfully being childless was not to be our fate.
I finally became .pregnant in March of 1974. I was studying for my Masters of Nursing degree at the University of Washington at the time. I must have been told that the pregnancy test was positive on a school day, because I remember crossing the gigantic intersection where NE Pacific Street crosses Montlake Boulevard soon after I found out. As I walked in front of the cars who were waiting for the street light to turn green, I saw that the person sitting in the first car was my doctor. I went running over to him, practically screaming “I’m PREGNANT”! He laughed. I still can’t believe I did that, but I can enjoy the memory all the same.
On December 13, 1974, we welcomed Michael Lee Poole (who later changed his name to Sreejit) into our lives. There couldn’t have been a better ending to our waiting!
(I know that nowadays so many couples are struggling with true infertility, trying for year after year to conceive their beloved child. Sometimes they are never able to make that dream a reality. Know I am in no way implying that my experience was even remotely as painful as those of you who are in that situation.)
Written for Traces of the Soul Prompt Week 7: Waiting