They say lightning can't strike the same place twice, but I'm here to tell you that's not true. Lightning strike Number Two is snoring softly across the room right now.
The first time lightning struck, it was luck. The second time, it was luckier because that time we knew. We knew that we were being gifted with something that was just this side of impossible.
When luckier happens, a lot changes. All those years of fighting impossibilities is supposed to dissipate and you're supposed to just be grateful. And I am. But, the impossibilities found their way into my soul. They aren't leaving. So, what other people think and what I think aren't quite aligned.
I know the impossibilities lost, but I don't always feel it. I still get that twinge of jealousy when there's a lightning strike announcement. I still fight the urge to roll my eyes when someone complains about having a bunch of lightning strikes close in age. I know it's hard to parent a bunch of lightning strikes close in age, but do those parents realize how much harder it is for some people to get lightning to strike once, let alone a bunch of times in quick succession?
It's not fair to anyone, but what about life is fair?
The hardest thing about being on this side of two lightning strikes, though, is knowing. You know how very worth all of it they are. You know how fantastic life can be. You so badly want everyone to get a chance to see for themselves.
I want all of you who are fighting the impossibilities to feel the amazingness that is a lightning strike.
I wish wanting was enough to make it happen.