The Waiting Place

The waiting isn't fun; but I so much appreciate all of your thoughts and prayers as you wait along with us.

The other day while we were at Northwestern, I started thinking of  "Oh, The Places You'll Go" by Dr. Suess - a book I read countless time to Shawn when he was young.

You can get so confused

that you’ll start in to race


down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace


and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,


headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.


The Waiting 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.

And in the story the character breaks free of the waiting place and in the end goes to on to move mountains.  As will Shawn.