I've been thinking about something Phil said to me the other night. We were discussing when to start trying for Baby #3. After my long list of pros and cons and if's and when's he said, "Deciding to get pregnant is like cliff-jumping for you, huh?"... Truer words never said....
THE CLIFF-JUMP
I stand at the edge of a thirty-foot cliff looking down. I know what lies below. I've done it before. But it still makes my legs shake and my chest tighten. My friends cheer me on from below, "You can do it! Be brave!".... I take a step closer. Talk myself out of it and step back. Then a voice inside me says, "Just do it, don't think." I shuffle over to the edge again and peer down. The water is so cold below and I know it'll hurt a little when I hit the water. But I remember that amazing feeling of coming up to the surface, smile on my face. Feeling triumphant. Braver. Stronger. Worth it. I take a deep breath, and leap.
....I'm still looking down at the water at this point my friends, but we will see, maybe sometime soon. :)
1 comment:
Nailed it. So so true. And don't forget the moment in the air where you fly through a hundred emotions of regret, anticipation and having no control of hardly anything. The thoughts of what did I just do?! and It's too late to turn back now...
Haha. the things moms go through.
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