Holding on to Teddy Bears

I feel like I am all gloom and doom on this blog (perhaps because it's IF-dedicated and I have another more "all-purpose" one). But the following touched me and made me think how much I wanted to be able to console so many of us who reside in Infertility Land. So, I wanted to share. It's taken from Seasons of Your Heart by Macrina Wiederkehr.

Once upon a time
when days were still fresh
and new,
ordinary
and uncomplicated,
I was a free child
in love with everything . . .

a bee buzzing
the wind in my hair
a branch to hang from
bare feet in the grass
dandelions and fairies
teddy bears.

I don't remember growing up.
It must have happened while I wasn't looking
but it is obvious from my heart
that it has happened
for I am less simple
more complicated
and more cluttered.

I would not choose
to become a child again
but I am looking to children
and searching in them
for a simplicity and ordinariness
that makes being an adult
easier to accept
and miracles easier to see.

Children are not too sophisticated
to wonder
to take off their shoes
to reach out, and up
and all around
for that where miracles are.

The child in me longs
to touch all of the adults I know
with the magic wand of littleness
and perform that great miracle
of enabling them to understand
that it's not too late
to live happily ever after.
The problem is so simple
they could miss it.
Their teddy bears
they've thrown too far
and how desperately they need them.