Dear Ms. Feverfew –
Dr. Seuss was right. The Waiting Place is “a most useless place.” It’s a place…
“…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.”
That’s where I am right now. Though I am not waiting for my hair to grow or for my Uncle Jake, I am waiting for the phone too ring. I sent you that message over a month ago, which is nothing in the grand staircase of Time, but still…it feels like an eternity.
I dreamed of the grown-up you last night. When I woke up, I found a text message on my phone. My heart leaped and I thought, “Oh, it’s her!!!! She sent me a text!” Needless to say, it wasn’t from you. (But hope springs eternal in this mother’s breast).
I am not sure how to navigate here in the Waiting Place or how to even find my bearings. Most of the time, I am strong, confident, and have a clear vision of where I am headed but sometimes, like this morning…I am hopelessly adrift.
Seuss, Dr. (1990). Oh, The Places You’ll Go!. New York, NY: Random House.