Your cart is currently empty!
The Waiting Game
A package recently arrived for my 13-year-old son, much earlier than I had anticipated. I was expecting it to show up on Monday, but he had been eagerly waiting for it by 8 p.m. Sunday, as promised by the tracking website. When I explained that USPS doesn’t deliver on Sundays, his excitement deflated, and his shoulders slumped. He would have to wait an entire day longer for those coveted headphones he’d spent so much time researching and saving for.
I often find myself getting a bit irritated in these moments. It’s hard to watch a kid whose life is filled with comforts struggle to cope when things don’t go exactly as planned. A little disappointment seems trivial compared to the struggles of those who might not know where they’ll sleep at night. I suggested he find a distraction to pass the time while waiting for his package.
I admit, I can be a bit of a hypocrite. Just last year, I had breakfast with a colleague who casually mentioned that she moonlights as a medium. I instantly forgot our previous conversation; I was too fascinated by the idea of communicating with the dead. While I know there are people out there who exploit others’ beliefs for profit, I’m also convinced that genuine psychics exist, just like mathematicians and spider enthusiasts. My inability to understand something doesn’t negate its possibility.
Intrigued, I later signed up for a session with her. I was instructed to focus on a burning question without sharing it with her. She would then dedicate time to think about me and see what insights might arise. After the session, she sent me a recording of her thoughts. I won’t share my specific question, but let’s just say it involved dreams I often find myself fantasizing about—perhaps a Mediterranean cruise or a ticker tape parade. And if I could have my way, yoga pants would be the new office attire, with flip-flops as the ultimate power shoe.
However, instead of offering insights about my dreams, my medium friend told me my spirit guide resembles Roberto Benigni dressed in workout gear, scampering down a railroad track and talking about pigeons while munching on peaches and popcorn. To say this made sense would be an understatement, especially since it didn’t connect with my original question at all.
It seemed like my guide was trying to convey that answers won’t always come easily. Sometimes, I need to relax and let things unfold naturally, which is the exact kind of advice that makes me want to sulk about my desires not being met at this very moment.
There’s a route I often take downtown that I’m convinced will shave off minutes if I’m running late. If traffic is clear and the lights cooperate, I might just make it a little faster. But there’s one signal I like to call the “punishment light.” It’s notoriously long for no apparent reason. It often turns green just as I approach, leaving me waiting for an eternity—what feels like 10 or 15 minutes—before I can finally proceed.
This “punishment light” reminds me of my son’s package delay, my spirit guide in neon spandex, and the reminder that there are much worse waiting games in the world. It nudges me to reflect on my own impatience. Sometimes these little annoyances are just the universe’s way of telling me to slow down. Ironically, the package my son thought he’d receive on Sunday actually arrived ahead of schedule, bringing him a burst of joy.
In moments like these, I remember that waiting can have its own rewards. So, while I may continue to wish for instant gratification and dream of flip-flops as power shoes, I also recognize the value of patience.
For more insights on home insemination and related topics, you can check out this excellent resource. And if you’re interested in tools for at-home insemination, visit Make a Mom for trusted products. Don’t forget to check this link for our terms as well!
Summary
In this reflective piece, the author shares a personal experience about waiting for a package and how it parallels life’s larger lessons on patience and appreciation. Through anecdotes involving a medium and the concept of a “punishment light,” the author emphasizes that sometimes we must learn to wait for what we want, as life unfolds in its own time.