I really struggled coming up with a name for this blog. When I was thinking about starting my own, I would look over all those listed on blog rolls like Stirrup Queen’s List of Blogs and be impressed and more than a little cowed by the creativity I saw when it came to blog titles. I confess I probably would have started this blog sooner if it weren’t for the major blog name block. Finally, as these things typically happen, I had my burst of inspiration when I least expected it… on a conference call with a co-worker who was driving me up the wall. (One shouldn’t necessarily correlate the fact that I work in HR with me being a people person.) As I was on the phone trying to keep my frustration from coming through, I mentally started singing an old childhood standby to myself - The Patience Song. This is a song from a children’s CD called The Music Machine, which has great little songs about joy, peace, love, and my nemesis – patience. The song is sung by a father snail – Herbert – to his son and goes thusly:
Have patience, have patience, don’t be in such a hurry
When you get impatient, you only start to worry.
Remember, remember that God is patient too,
And think of all the times when others have to wait for you.
As my sister and I have grown into adulthood, we’ve both developed a charming tendency (at least we think so) to sing the song to our mother and respective husbands anytime a gentle reminder is needed. I’ve also been known to sing it myself – hence the rendition mid conference call – to try to bolster my highly limited patience reserves. This time, however, as I mentally went through the lyrics it struck me how related this is to dealing with infertility, which is an incredible test of one’s patience and ability to wait for answers, for understanding, for meaning, and to keep a hope and spirit going in the face of that wait. Thus, a name was born.