“Oh, it’s a little bit of everything,
It’s the matador and the bull,
It’s the suggested daily dosage,
It is the red moon when it’s full.
All these psychics and these doctors,
They’re all right and they’re all wrong,
It’s like trying to make out every word,
When they should simply hum along,
It’s not some message written in the dark,
Or some truth that no one’s seen,
It’s a little bit of everything.”
Life a a collection of a little bit of everything. We are all that makes up every day in which we find ourselves living. We are a little bit of everything.
So too is infertility. The inability to conceive is more than all being right, or all being wrong. The experience is a little bit of everything. The experience is the tune we sometimes need to hum, rather than trying to make out every word.
Infertility is a gift. It is a gift of a little bit of everything. It is a gift of time, and patience, and healing.
I have walked this path with many woman who were not ready to see the gifts. They strove only to conceive–by whatever means it took–they were not ready. Their hearts were raw and their internal drive kicked into high gear, fanned by the fuel of doctors who would go to any length. They too will reach the gifts, they too will learn the lessons, and they will heal–though their road may be a bit longer, and perhaps more painful.
You see, we all must heal. We have been given this obstacle to stop us in our tracks and draw us inward, to draw us into ourselves for all of the wondrous gifts that lie there. Only we can choose whether we will accept the gifts we are being given. They will wait patiently for us to turn their direction.
On my road to motherhood my entire life has transformed. My life’s purpose became crystal clear, and my heart remembered how to sing again. The more open I become to the healing, the more I listen to and follow my intuition, and the more I trust the many varied forms healing presents itself in, the closer my daughter comes to me. You see, that little soul has given me the gift of time and patience (her patience) so that I could become all that I was made to be–a little bit of everything.
So when you find yourself feeling backed against a wall by all of the closed doors infertility can lead you to, perhaps take a few steps back and change the picture frame of your perception. Seek that which will make you whole so that your child does not need to carry the burden of completing you–their spirit is free to pursue their own destiny.
Healing your fertility is not some message written in the dark, or some truth that no one’s seen, it is a little bit of everything. Open up and let each and every piece in for they are what will transform you into the mother you were always meant to be.