I've been out of sorts lately. I've finally put my finger on why.
It's Mother's Day.
Most of the time I live happily in denial that it doesn't hurt that I don't have children. I keep my mind busy. I don't dwell on it. I purposely avoid most things that are children related just because it hurts. I skirt the issue.
Mother's Day kind of slings it into my face. I have to honor my mother and mother-in-law. I have to go to dinners and buy gifts. I have to smile and be happy. It gets harder and harder for me to do that.
When I was younger and didn't have diabetes I always held out hope for "someday". Now it's more of a "never". I was pregnant once and lost it. I always thought it would happen again. It didn't and most likely never will.
This day of honoring mothers is just so painful for me. Those feelings of it not being fair and feeling punished by God are really strong this year. I didn't realize I was deep into them until I heard them come out of my own mouth yesterday when my sister and I were talking.
I don't think I'll ever understand why God didn't help me to have a happy marriage full of the blessings of children. I prayed for years for it to be so. What could I have done that was so awful? It was the thing I wanted most out of life. Maybe it's why I feel so undeserving of so many things. Maybe God knew I would have been a bad mother. Maybe I wouldn't have been able to handle it. It just hurts so much to even think about. For some reason, I get to suffer. My prayers fell on deaf ears.
All I can think of is that once I prayed that if my children were to feel as unwanted as me in life that God would keep them in heaven. Maybe that one was fulfilled. If so, then I guess it's for the best.
These feelings were triggered by a pregnant woman on a motorcycle and how dangerous I thought it looked for the baby if there would be an accident. It started with "I would never do that, so why can't I have kids?"
I really try hard not to feel this sorry for myself. Truly, I do. I do my tearing up when I'm alone. I cry as I write this. The pain has to go somewhere.
Keeping my mind on getting my parents moved into their new home and various other things kept me distracted. I think it's been working on me from a subconscious level.
Anyway, maybe if I let myself feel it today I can be over it by the weekend.
If you read this, thank you.
CW



