Next month when you leave the Island of the Lost Boys (Okinawa), I (Wendy Darling) will choose to grow up. I was feeling new resolution to tackle my issues of hesitancy. I would start investing. I would make responsible dating choices that could lead to marriage. I would want babies and not mind that fat, and the sleeplessness, and the noise, and the spills and the never being alone that accompany that choice. I felt very confident about my ability to walk through those doors. I told God I could do that stuff.
Then I showed up to women's small group tonight at church. It was a dinner, so I stopped and bought pizzas. I was exhausted and hungry and eager to share deep insights. I was not expecting that all the women would bring their kids, because that wasn't the plan. And dinner was very delayed. The women kept talking about dependent things-- medical testing and stop bouncing that ball and look how pregnant you are amidst the shrieking toddlers. I slipped out the back, came home to prepare a healthy dinner, ate 2 bites and then fed my soul with a little chocolate bunny and coffee.
Wendy Darling must eventually grow up and leave the Island of the Lost Boys, but right now all the brightness of Tinker Bell and the bad ass-edness of Tiger Lily are pulling her back to a world where people fly.
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