"Mama, will you read this to me?" My six-year-old held out Oh, the Places You'll Go as he climbed into my bed. I jumped at the opportunity, as he rarely asks me to read to him anymore (he's independent, you know).
However, there's something so magical about this book that every time he picks it up, he asks me to read it to him instead of reading it to himself. You'll never know how thankful I am for that "something," because this is the one book that enriches, empowers, and enchants me like no other. As a classroom teacher, I loved reading it to my students. As a mother, I love reading it to my children. As a reader and a dreamer, I love reading it to myself.
As I read to my son, I smiled with glee every time he chimed in. We savored the words and the images together. And then, we came to the waiting place. The place that Dr. Seuss feared we'd get stuck. And alas, he was right, for as I read the description of that dreaded place, my eyes stuck to the image while my mind stuck to the message....everyone is just waiting. Especially me.
Yes, I fear that I am in the waiting place in so many ways. Waiting to better myself, waiting to better the world. I think about my life, my children, my family. I think about my career. I think about my purpose. And I ask myself, "What are you waiting for?" because deep down inside I know that my family can't wait. Our students can't wait. Our schools can't wait. Our world can't wait. So why am I waiting?
While my son and I left the story's waiting place when we turned the page, escaping the waiting places of life is not quite so easy. There are many decisions to be made and much work to be done. Nevertheless, I'm glad my son selected that book on that night. On any other night, it might not have gripped me the way it did. On any other night, I may have unearthed a different message. But I needed that message at that time. Thank you, Dr. Seuss. My mountain is waiting. I must get on my way.