Ducks in a Row

Decision made, she steps with a newfound eagerness to the line.  She notices the long line, winding back and forth many times over and the sign that declares, “3 hours wait from this point.”  But she’s sure that can’t be right.  “The time will fly by,” she thinks.

Children hang on the poles separating the crowd, organizing the would-be chaos.  A few teens sit perched atop.  Some are quiet, refusing to make eye-contact.  Others are loud, boisterous.  Mothers try to corral their children who are growing impatient.  Fathers lift small ones to their shoulders.

The smells of sweat and sunscreen intermingle with warm pretzels and relish-covered hot dogs.  The long minutes slowly tick by.

She leans against the dividing poles…bites her nails…strains her neck to look ahead, around the sea of faces.  From what only sounds like a short distance, she can hear the thrilled screams of the ones before her who have made it on the ride.  But what seems to be short is made long by the winding wait.

Eager steps give way to a slow, sporadic shuffle…just a step or two every five minutes.  Can’t this go any faster?  One more step…one more sigh escapes.


My husband decided that we should go to Six Flags on our anniversary.  He made this decision in the early afternoon just after we’d dropped off our kids with my grandparents for the night.  It was around 2 o’clock by the time we arrived to our first long, winding wait.  Four hours later, we finally made it to the ride.  Four hours!  

By then, we were ready for dinner.  So, our trip was brief, though it felt long…and was only for that one ride.  What was the point?  

My emotions during those four hours ranged from irritability, anger and impatience to periods of peace and relaxation when I finally realized that this was simply an opportunity to stand with my hubby, chat, joke and trade back rubs.  We only got on one ride in those four hours, which I honestly don’t remember much of.  But I do remember this: time with my husband and my ranging emotions.  

Waiting will do that.  It gives full opportunity to be impatient in the seeming stagnancy.  It makes you think that you’ll never get there.  This is the second post in the “It’s a Roller-Coaster Life” series.  Are you in your own winding wait?  How are you handling the time waiting?  Are you waiting in resentment?  Or are you stopping to notice the things you might’ve utterly ignored had you been able to skip to the beginning of the line?

Click HERE to read the first post of “It’s a Roller-Coaster Life” series!

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