When crossing a street, it’s prudent to look both ways
first. As adults, we know that this is
so that we don’t get hit by oncoming traffic.
We normally do not see this as an inconvenience, yet children and dogs
seem to disagree. They want to be where
we’re going NOW!
When walking my two dogs, Hunter and Bigos, we often come to
a cross section where there’s a bit more traffic. It’s a wide road, with cars coming from three
directions, around the corner, and often speeding. Depending on my peripheral vision is not
enough; I have to pause long enough to truly assess that there is no danger to
me or the dogs before we proceed. Except
they don’t seem to understand that.
I say “stay”, and I need to keep repeating the command until
we can proceed. I wonder what they’re
thinking as we stand there for seemingly no reason. Do they wonder if they’re being
punished? Do they think that maybe I
forgot where we were headed? And when
one car passes, and I don’t immediately proceed, do they bemoan why they have to
let 5 cars pass today, when yesterday they only had to let 1 car pass?
Sounds silly? But
don’t we do the same thing? When we come
to a fork in the road, how many times do we want to just jump in and keep
moving, but we are being held back and forced to wait it out? As we notice having dodged one bullet, do we
eagerly anticipate moving on right away, and do we get confused when we need to
keep waiting even after the second, third, fourth challenge is overcome? Maybe sometimes we feel like just turning
around and walking back, rather than continuing to wait for a time unknown to
us?
As Alex and I have journeyed towards parenthood over the
last 6 years, I have often felt like my dogs probably feel when we wait at that
corner. At first, I didn’t understand
why we had to wait at all. Having
children is a good thing, so why would we have to wait to have them? Then, as we experienced 4 birthmothers
changing their minds, I reflected on all the things we learned through those
experiences, things we never would’ve learned any other way. “Aha!” I think, “that’s why we had to wait,
to learn those lessons. Ok, great, NOW
we’re going to be parents.” But alas,
two more years go by, and even more challenging obstacles come our way, and at
each interval, I think the same thing: “Now, God will decide that we are
ready.”
I don’t know why we’ve been asked to wait for so long. I don’t know how many more figurative cars
have to pass before we are allowed to cross to the side of parenthood. For all I know, though, we may have timed our
journey during a parade, and perhaps we should set up folding chairs and, for
the time being, forget about crossing and instead enjoy watching the floats go
by?
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