Pity parties are so easy to get into…especially a pity party for one. You are the guest of honor, it’s all about you, attire “old basketball shorts & a stained t-shirt”, food “hot pocket for one”, theme “Pathetic”, pandora station: “Sarah McLachlan”.
Mother’s Day is this week. A full day that reminds me of my most sensitive failures as a woman:
- Husband can’t be a father: a man that God has blessed with a heart of love, compassion and integrity
- Our parents can’t be grandparents: they are fun & fabulous and are ready to delight in their grandkids
- Sisters & brothers aren’t aunts & uncles: they are going to definitely be the “cool” aunts & uncles, they are all creative & kind-hearted
We are so blessed. We live in the United States of America. We have a wonderful family that surrounds us in love. We have friends that are loyal and a constant encouragement. We have good health. We have a safe home. All of our basic human needs are met. We have a firm belief in our faith & are confident on where we will spend eternity. We have been blessed with the opportunity of adoption.
But all it takes is one holiday to focus all of my jealousy & frustration on the unfairness of life. A well-placed Hallmark Mother’s Day commercial can rip a hole in my armor. The part of the service when the pastor calls all of the mothers to stand brings me to tears. The “when are you going to be a mom” comment that is sure to come that day; grin and bear it.
I will get through this day. I will remember my blessings. I will take the emotional flood that will surely come that day and pour it into prayer for my waiting children. I will celebrate with my friends who are moms, hope with my friends who are waiting for children, grieve with my friends who have lost children & love children who need a mom.
Life is too short; invest in people not in pity. I will also change my pandora station to “Latin pop”…aka time to dance!
At the dinnermesa,