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For The Mom In The Waiting Room

We are headed into more waiting rooms this week.

I try to plan for the time – bringing a book and some work to get done while I wait. ​But I know there’s no way I will accomplish much.

If you’ve been the mom in the waiting room, you know. 

It’s hard to concentrate. It’s hard to stay calm. It’s hard not to imagine what’s going on in the other room. 

It’s hard to be the mom in the waiting room. 

For The Mom In The Waiting Room

A sweet friend texted me last week from a waiting room.

Her son was in the room next door, undergoing additional neuropsychological evaluations.

She said she knew I would understand.

The waiting.

The mounting fear.

The worry.

The silence.

The beige decor.

The straining to hear what was being said on the other side of the door.

The not wanting to hear what was being said on the other side of the door.

The getting oneself ready to hear the diagnosis.

The desire to hurry up and hear the diagnosis.

The never wanting to hear the diagnosis.

The concern for your child – how is he doing in there?

The concern for the doctor – is she really seeing my child?

The silent, but urgent prayers.

I am in waiting rooms every single week, more than once a week.

I see the moms (almost always moms) fidgeting and trying to focus on anything other than why they are actually in a waiting room.

I feel the anxiety, mounting in waves.

I see the dark circles from sleepless nights – hoping, praying, wondering, planning – but not sleeping.

I see new moms, out of place and unfamiliar with how this works, how long it takes, the journey ahead.

I see other moms like me – we’ve been here before, we’ll be here again.

For The Mom In The Waiting Room

It’s a strange connection we share.

A waiting room is just that – a room that requires waiting. And when the wait has to do with your child, their health, their comfort, their future?

The wait feels heavy.

The wait feels dark.

The wait feels wrong, like it’s not supposed to be this way. I don’t think it is supposed to be this way.

Florescent lighting and uncomfortable chairs.





For the waiting room mom

Eventually, the door opens.

A child appears.

There is a bustle of activity, as one mom rises to collect her precious one.

Adding a child to the mix, even for a few moments, changes the room.

Suddenly, there is life again.

We can breathe.

We smile a bit.

We settle in.

It’s a reminder of why we are all in this one tiny room.

So much hope.

So much determination.

So much love.

The very essence of a waiting room mom.

For More Mom Encouragement And Support:

What Special Needs Moms Know About Doctors and Therapies

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