When I was twenty-seven years old I had been trying to get pregnant for a while with no success. I had previous surgeries because of endometriosis and ovarian cysts and felt insecure about my fertility. This was a tender issue for me. When my dear friend and cousin called to tell me she was pregnant with her second child, I congratulated her and really wanted to be happy for her, but I quickly hung up and the phone and cried.
I did end up getting pregnant twice, but I can’t help but to think of those who long for a child around Mother’s Day. I can’t help but to think of those who have lost their mothers due to death or estrangement. I wonder how we can both honor the mothers of the world and still be sensitive to the people for whom these reminders are painful.
So I think I’m going to pull back from verbalizing Happy Mother’s Day to everyone except my own mom. I’ll be tuned in to those who might need a small act of love around this time. More sensitivity and fewer assumptions. I hope you all have a beautiful weekend my friends.