Happy Leap Year Day!

What are you doing with your extra day this year? Are you celebrating? Doing something unusual? 

 (photo cred LivLane.com)

Maybe today could be the day you take that first step: do the research, make a phone call, file the paperwork, reconcile, restore. Take the leap–what better day than today?

We get this day once every four years. Relish in these 24 hours–they are a gift! Even if you only do one thing towards your dream or goal, that’s one step closer. Do you have the dream to own your own business? Get on it! Do you want to ask someone out or reconcile with a loved one? Pick up the phone! 

My husband and I decided a while back we needed to re-join the gym, that 2016 would be our year of getting back our health. So today–Leap Year Day–we met at the gym at lunch and joined.

And then we worked out.

Now friends, I am going to be a skooooosh sore tomorrow. But I feel great that we finally stopped thinking about it and just did it. 

 (photo cred Effortless Vitality)

Today is your extra day to make the changes you’ve been waiting to make. No more excuses, if there was ever a day to take a leap, today is it.

Don’t be comfortable with waiting anymore–make the change. Let’s all be like Nike and Just Do It. You’re worth it!

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Waiting Room

As I stood in line at Panera, my regular coffee place on the seven year old’s OT days since it’s next door to therapy, I had time to think about waiting. It seems I’ve been doing a lot of the stuff lately and frankly (as my friend Amy would say right here, “Don’t call me Frankly!”), I don’t enjoy it.

Is there anyone out there who does?

Waiting in lines, waiting for the mail, waiting for pay day (can I get an amen here?), waiting for breakthroughs and returned calls and lights to change. We all do a lot of waiting.

This calls for patience on our parts and that is something I’m terrible at. I’m working on it but it’s slow going friends. I fully admit I’m an instant gratification kind of gal. I’ve waited for exactly thirty seconds and I’m ready to walk out the door. Hello!

But as I get older (and hopefully, wiser) I am learning about the Waiting Room. This is the place you go when you’re waiting for one of the aforementioned things to happen. Instead of pacing from one side to the other of it like a wild caged animal as I usually do, gnashing my teeth and complaining the whole way, I’m trying to shift my perspective to one of gratitude for this room.

The Waiting Room, if we’re patient enough to notice while we’re in it, is fully stocked with important and necessary items for our journey. We need to be learning and storing up and preparing while we’re in that room. I have a feeling that if we don’t there’s the possibility our time in the room might get extended. Or we might be sorely disappointed when we exit.

That room, that Waiting Room is where change happens, often before we know it. Circumstances outside that room are changing and moving and morphing into directions and places and people while we’re in our Waiting Room cocoon. We often find ourselves facing trouble or the unknown or something that makes us turn up our nose when we exit. 

When that happens I would posit two questions to you:

1) Did you leave the Waiting Room too early, growing impatient with yourself and the process and the reasons God may have allowed you time in there in the first place?

2) Did you learn what you were supposed to while you were there?

If things aren’t going the way you hoped or planned or thought, ask yourself those questions. Maybe you won’t have the answer you wanted but you might have a new direction.

Wait.

Hope.

Learn.

Breathe.

And wait some more if you have to. When it’s finally time to leave the Waiting Room, it will be that much sweeter and more wonderful than you could imagine.

(photo credit YouTube) ┬ęCopyright Meredith Shafer 2015

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To All the Waiting Mamas

I hesitated to write anything around Mother’s Day, but after reading some lovely ladies’ blogs at My Perfect Breakdown and Waiting for Baby Bird (y’all should go check out their very poignant posts), I really felt it pressed in my heart to add to the discussion.

There are many roads to motherhood. I’m convinced there’s no one right way. I’m also certain that the path to and through motherhood is often full of pain and waiting.

And it’s the Mamas who are in the midst of the pain and waiting that I wanted to talk to.

You are important.

I know a lot of Mamas who are currently waiting. Waiting to hear from the adoption agency. Waiting to see if their fourth round of IVF has worked. Waiting to see if the vasectomy reversal is an option. Waiting to hear when their son in another country will get to come home.

I know Mamas waiting for test results, waiting for a phase to pass, waiting to hear from their kids’ fathers, waiting to hear from the adoptive parents, waiting to hear from their kids.

We Mamas, in all our forms, have the really tough job of standing in the gap for our children, often before they’re children: when our bodies fail us, when the adoption falls through, when the baby is born sick or isn’t born at all.

When the child isn’t home yet or we can’t be with them. When life happens and we just want to know why but probably never will.

This waiting we do as Mamas isn’t a wait the rest of the world understands because it is a waiting of the heart.

This is the hardest kind of waiting because you have to go all in.

100%.

Which pretty much guarantees that we will get our hearts broken somehow. At some point. In some way, probably unforeseeable to us at the time.

And yet we do it anyway.

This takes bravery on our parts. And faith that something good will eventually come out of the situation somehow. We wait even when we don’t know what else to do.

Mother’s Day has been a source of pain for me at various times throughout my grownup years. Even when I wanted to celebrate my own Mama sometimes it was difficult when I was in a place of waiting. 

Motherhood has not come to me easily.

And I wondered if I even counted as a Mama before I had a baby in my arms. Did it matter that I had a Mama’s heart with no baby yet? Could my waiting and my pain make any difference?

I believe it does.

Many become Mamas in their hearts long before their child is present. And on a day such as Mother’s Day when we’re all celebrating Mamas everywhere, this might cause pain for those Mamas whose hearts are full but arms are empty.

So to all the Mamas who are waiting-waiting for a phonecall or paperwork or their fertile days or a letter or email or hug or travel plans or to see their own Mamas again someday-you’re not alone.

I’m praying for all the Mamas in my life who are waiting for something. I’m praying for strength for you, for courage, expediency, protection and hope, and for all you need at this point in your journey.

Blessings to you, Waiting Mama, and Happy Mother’s Day-

  
(Photo credit brightboldbeautiful.com) ┬ęCopyright Meredith Shafer 2015