Without fail, I start to get cranky around this time of year, and it will come to a head tomorrow.
I'm childless, and not by choice.
More than likely, there will be a special blessing for all the mothers present at Mass. I'll try to look inconspicuous as I sit in my pew, not standing with women younger and older than I.
I'll just smile and thank folks each time I'm wished a Happy Mother's Day, and resist explaining over and over, "I have no sons or daughters."
I'll nod my head as some try to console me with reminders that I have nieces and nephews instead. Close, but not quite the same.
My hands will instinctively wrap around my abdomen in yet another failed attempt to protect those babies who left me before they were ready.
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