I've finally put my finger on the source of why I'm feeling so down. It surprises me a bit because I thought I had accepted it.
As many of you may know, I don't have children. I had one miscarriage about nine years ago when I was first married and then nothing else ever happened. I held out hope for years. Really until the diabetes diagnosis. At that point, I decided that with being in my 40's and with having diabetes that precautions should be taken instead of this wistful hoping.
Somehow, I've started feeling like it's not fair that I'm not a mom and never will be. I run into people who neglect their kids and don't seem to appreciate them. I like to think I wouldn't have been that way. I feel like I have a heart full of love that will never be shared.
I'll never see a child of mine walk down the aisle or welcome grandchildren into the world. When I am old, I will be alone. There won't be anyone in this world that's just like me.
Most of the time, this sadness only comes to me around holidays and Mother's Day especially. It's been settling in on me the past few days though. I realized it's because I'm feeling sorry for myself. I guess it is the final realization that I need to let go of the dream.
God has a plan for my life, but I will admit that I question why he has held such joy from me. I would have been a good mom. I know it. I wonder if my marriage would have been better if there were children. Maybe I wouldn't have been so lonely. Even if there is ever another relationship in my life someday, the odds will be against it.
I thought I had accepted this long ago. I am a rational woman. We all have disappointments in life. I do have my nephew to love, but it's not the same as if I had my own child.
My husband never wanted to adopt. That's a whole different complex issue.
I'm missing terribly what I don't have.
Thanks for listening.
CW



