And then you climb 10th Street for what seems like forever. The size of the stadium is deceiving. You think you’re almost done, but you still have to finish mile 10…and 11…and 12…and 13.
I have never been a patient person. When I have a task, I want it done immediately. When I have a phone message, I want it returned right away. When I have an idea, I want it to come to fruition instantly.
Honestly, it has served me well over the course of my lifetime. My house is usually clean. My office is usually tidy. I am efficient and effective in my work.
But the older I get, the more the big things in life seem to take patience.
My daughter is having triplets. My first grandchild will be grandchildren! Three of them. It is almost too hard to imagine.
The gender reveal was this weekend. She had known since Thursday (longer for 2 of them), but I had to wait until last night. It was a challenge.
If the last year has taught us anything, it is that we cannot always control how long things take. Right now the virus is in control, and we can only mitigate its impact and be patient as the vaccine rolls out. This weekend though, my parents got their first vaccine. I can’t overstate the sense of relief I felt when my dad sent me the picture. I have been waiting for that moment for almost a year.
Now I want to hug them and go to dinner with them and sit next to them on a couch.
Babies. Pandemics. Grief. Recovery. The older I get, the more I understand that the big things take time.
I have never been a patient person, but I’m working on it.