Waiting

My son was due to be born on August 2, 1974.  He didn't actually make an appearance until August 17.  I only have a dim memory of what the waiting was like.  I do remember it was hot weather, and the blackberries at the end of our dead-end street were ripening.

Along with the waiting, there was a sense of expectation.  Soon, I would give birth to a baby boy or girl.  I was eager to embark on the adventure of motherhood.

Today, I feel I am waiting again.  The weather is hot, but expectation and eagerness are lacking.  I wonder when my health will improve and if I will be able to resume a somewhat normal life - normal for me, at least.

In the meantime, I have come across this passage in my reading:

"I have learned that patience is not my ability to wait, it is how I act while I am waiting."  (Joyce Meyer)