I've thought about that proverb many times in the past months, and I have often wondered where the beginning of this journey was for us. Was it when I got off birth control? Was it when I called my doctor because I just couldn't ignore my gut feeling that something was wrong with me anymore? Was it taking fertility medicine for the first time in November? Was it setting up our initial appointment with a specialist? I know the answer of when this began really doesn't matter, but I also know that regardless of the starting point, a journey of a thousand miles also ends with one small step. Although I can't pinpoint the moment this began, I already know what the final step will be: holding our sweet baby in my arms for the first time.
This particular proverb is relevant to my life not only in our infertility journey, but also the course of a school year. I think between Mother's Day being this weekend and the last day of school being a couple of weeks away, I'm just getting sentimental. The growth my kids make each year is simply amazing, and it is such an overwhelming (and victorious) feeling to get to look back on that in May and know that I was a part of it.
Today we worked on our "Parents' Day" cards (I'm combining Mother's Day and Father's Day this year since we don't have school in June). In August, I had children who couldn't even write the first letter of their name, and now they are all writing these precious cards to their parents. There were a couple cards that were extra cute. When I read one child's letter, I couldn't help but tear up (he wrote about how his parents were the "bestest" in the world). I told him that his letter was so good, it gave me happy tears. He told me that was because I was sensitive. ;) I love when they throw out big words like that! Another child today used the word "preposterous." As in, "Hey, that's preposterous!" I asked him what that huge word he just used meant, and he said since I'm the teacher, I should know. I asked if he knew, and he admitted that he wasn't so sure, but it was such a cool word, just like "hippopotamus" is. Anyway... I also read a sweet story to the kids called What Moms Can't Do. At the end of the story, I was a little blue, but that feeling was very short lived as one of my boys began making a throwing up noise. When I asked him what that was about, he told me that story was "sooooo corny." Oh, the joys of kindergarten!
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