To you

I thought a lot about what to post here today.

Like so many days, infertility and our miscarriage has stolen away the joy of days like Mother’s Day. I am not a mother. Those words are painful. If desperately wanting were enough, we would have dozens of children. But it isn’t enough. And to those of who in the same boat as me, wanting children, or having lost children my heart is with all of you today.

On the flip side of coin, I have a wonderful Mother of my own. And I know dozens of amazing mothers.

And I choose, today, to celebrate them. To do my very best not to be envious of them. To honor who they are and know that they have earned this day, this day to celebrate all that they do every day. The children they are growing, raising or have raised. The boo-boos they have kissed. The dreams they have made come true. The long nights worrying. The phone calls asking what temperature to cook the chicken at. The love that goes beyond anything that I can put into words.

Here’s to you.