So too with infertility and adoption, when we dangle our hearts over the ledge of possibility, and when we swing our try again with ever increasing momentum, our feet will leave the ground. And sometimes, when we feel ourselves lifting off, the fear takes over.
Perhaps what we need to remember in those times is one thing; this thing is not going to break you.
No matter the direction you go when leaving the ledge (up or down), either way you are soaring, and either way you will return with safety to the ledge. Because what dims our light, what kills our spirit, is not the dangling toes, not the plunge from the ledge; rather it’s sitting in a tight ball underneath a safe tree far from the ledge of possibility. Because it is there, in that place that is devoid of hope’s whisper in the wind, where our spirits fall and break without ever taking flight.