I don't know if you've noticed, but when it comes to blogging I usually focus on things we're doing instead of focusing on the personal aspects of our lives--not that I blog that often and therefore people have probably stopped checking in, but that's okay because I blog for myself just as much as I do for you (hi mom!). Last night I just couldn't sleep as I thought about Mother's Day and our journey with infertility, which I've never mentioned in a public setting. I just wanted to get out my thoughts and decided that instead of keeping my thoughts to myself that I would share. Apparently I had a lot on my mind because this post ended up being way longer than I anticipated, so sorry for the (really) lengthy post.
Mother’s Day can be a difficult holiday for those of us
who wish for nothing more than to be mothers but for whatever reason are not. I
admit that the first few years that we were struggling with infertility I
struggled through Mother’s Day, feeling sorry for myself and wondering why we
weren’t able to have children when it seemed like everyone around us was, when
friends of ours were having one, two, even three kids in the time we were
trying to have one without any success. It was difficult to get through talks
at church that mentioned how God trusted or loved them enough to give them
children. Did that mean that God didn’t love me or that God didn’t trust me? I
knew that this definitely was not the case, but the words still stung. I’m sure
that when people say things like that they don’t think about how someone unable
to have children might take those words. I know probably every woman that battles with infertility keeps a mental list of insensitive things that are said to her about not being able to have children. I won’t tell you about the most insensitive
thing someone said to me when the subject of children came up because it’s
baffling.
Okay, okay, I’ll tell you because I know you’re curious now.
When people ask me when we’re going to have children I’m never really sure what
to say—should I be completely honest and just say we haven’t been able to have
kids yet, or is it really none of their business and therefore should I just
say something generic like “hopefully someday?” I usually tend to go with the
latter but it depends on who I’m talking to.
Anyway, I was asked the question
about kids by someone and I just decided to say that we’d been trying for
awhile and hadn’t been able to have kids yet. I can’t remember exactly what he
said next but he told me some story and at the end he said this: “I would
rather have my mom die than not be able to have kids.” Ummmm. What? Did you not
just hear me tell you that we haven’t been able to have children? Do you
realize what you just said to me—that basically the worst thing in the world
for you would be to be in my situation, even worse than having your own MOTHER die?
Way to verbally punch someone when they’re down. I don’t think he gave what he said a second
thought. Anyway, my point is that people can be
insensitive without even thinking about it. I’m sure we’ve all done it. It’s
difficult to put yourself in someone else’s shoes when you’re completely
unfamiliar with their situation.
That was a major aside from my original thought, so back to
Mother’s Day. The past few years I've felt more comfortable with our
situation, if that’s the right word to use. Of course it’s still difficult. Of
course there are still times when I feel frustrated, alone, envious, angry, sad, etc., but
I guess I don’t dwell on it like I used to. It’s still my greatest desire to
have children, but life has to go on and we’re doing all that we can. There are lots of other wonderful things in my life that I can focus on. We still have a family; it's just a family of two (three if you count our crazy dog-child) for now. I know that God has a plan for me and is guiding my life in the right direction. So
yesterday on Mother’s Day I was feeling pretty good. I chose to focus not on my
own situation and the fact that I’m not a mother, but rather on my own wonderful
mother who is an inspiration to me. I thought about how I lucked out on having
a mom-in-law who thinks of me as her own daughter. I thought about my sister
who is about to be a mom for a second time.
As we walked into the chapel yesterday the man handing out
programs was greeting women by saying, “Happy Mother’s Day (makes sense,
right?).” To the woman in front of us he asked, “Are you a mother?” She replied
that she wasn’t. I can’t remember exactly what happened, I’m not sure if he got
distracted, but there was an awkward moment where he kind of pulled the program
away from her and she said something like, “Oh, I don’t get one then?” and
walked away kind of unsure of what to do. It was awkward and possibly a hurtful
moment for the woman. I was next in line and I was dreading the question I knew
was coming. How was I going to avoid a similarly awkward situation? Sure enough
he asked me if I was a mother. Without time to think, I responded by saying, “No,
I’m not, but it’s okay.” I smiled, took my program, and went to sit down. I
didn’t really think anything of it until last night. Was I really okay with not being a mother? I couldn’t stop
thinking about my role as a 27-year-old, married, LDS woman without children,
about our journey with infertility, and about how Mother’s Day was a good day
for me this year. I know that we will be parents eventually and one day I will
be able to celebrate Mother’s Day as a mother, and when someone asks me if I am
a mother I will be able to say “YES!” But, for now, I can say, “No, I’m not,
but it’s okay.”
Music on the square in Jonesborough, TN. Yes, that is a washboard that she is playing.
Laurel Falls, TN (part of the Appalachian Trail overlaps the trail to the falls)
Roan Mountain, NC (part of the Appalachian Trail goes through this area also)
Farmers' Market--Asheville, NC
Monell's restaurant in Nashville. It is in a cute little house and they seat you at a big table with other people and just keep bringing out the southern cookin'. Yum.
Grand Ole Opry in Nashville. We saw Vince Gill, Martina McBride, Emmylou Harris, Amy Grant, and some others that I can't remember.
Gotta love southern humor.
Prince's Hot Chicken Shack in Nashville. If you ever want some spicy hot chicken, this is the place to go. Jeff ordered the extra hot and the lady at the counter flat out told him no, he didn't want the extra hot. We were sweating by the time we left.
Wild Horse Saloon in Nashville. Jeff doesn't look too happy, but that's probably because we made him line dance (hooray for trying new things!).
We love the mountains. We love the rolling hills.
Mennonite-made donuts at the Johnson City Farmers' Market. Worth every penny.
