“Around the bend, in the unseen, arising from the very uncertainties that may now seem to taunt you, there are some amazing surprises, awesome twists, and spellbinding coincidences about to emerge that you can’t even now imagine.”
Infertility can feel like a long drive down a winding, curving, and twisting road. We are blind to what lies ahead, just beyond that bend. Yet what if we allowed ourselves to believe that as the road turns, so too will our luck?
In order to reach that stretch of road however, we must keep driving, must keep our foot on the pedal and our hands on the wheel. These things are mandatory, however it is our choice whether we roll down the windows, turn up the radio, and open the sunroof to let the warm sun light our flowing hair dancing with the spring wind.
It can be easy to become engrossed in the tediousness of the drive, the monotony of the turns. Yet, just up ahead there are some amazing surprises, awesome twists, and spellbinding coincidences–if we only keep driving.
Today I am saying goodbye to Ruby, my ride through this first leg of the race. She was fun, she was sporty, yet she had no room for a growing family and feisty furry ones. I loved Ruby.
Yet today I am also welcoming Lucy home. She’s my ride down this next stretch. She’s shiny, and spacious, sturdy, and fun, and she’s perfectly suited for a couple of car seats in the back; because one day, they will be there.
We all must keep driving; over this we have no choice. It is however the ride we choose to come home in that is at our discretion.
Taking a step into the future, believing in our dreams enough to begin creating and living them, will draw them to us–sort of like the poor bugs that seem so drawn to the darn windshield.
Today I hope to look over, when I’m driving Lucy home, and see each of you in the lanes next to me–windows down, radio blaring, sunroof open, and a knowing smile on your faces.
It’s all up ahead, just around the bend, and together we will reach our destination–having so much fun along the way that we might not even notice when we first cross that finish line.