I had the urge to write a poem in honor of Mother's Day. For all of the forgotten moms. Again, I know it's not great, but like I said, it is mine. I just wanted to let all of the other infertile women out there know that they aren't alone.
Today is a day to celebrate mothers
And while that's great, what about the others?
We're the forgotten ones.
The ones without daughters and sons.
It's not because we haven't tried,
or because there haven't been enough tears cried.
It's not because we need to relax
or take a vacation, it's a fact.
Infertility is a medical condition,
affecting 1 out of 8 according to a statistician.
In case you can't do the math,
That's 7.3 million Americans in it's path.
You're race, sex, and age don't matter
there's a lot of people on this platter.
It's easy to forget about us,
especially since we're told not to make a fuss.
So, on this day,
I just wanted to say,
you're not alone,
if you listen closely, you'll hear others moan.
Mother's Day 2010 has already started off splendidly for me. My father has called me twice, basically begging me to take K and A out tomorrow to celebrate how much of a (excuse me while I barf) wonderful mother K is. And, a relative on Faceb00k sent me a 'flowers for moms' probably because she doesn't realize A is K's and not mine despite the multiple infertility messages I've posted over the last two weeks.
It sucks though. I know I won't get a card or flowers telling me what a wonderful mother I will make one day and that these last 5, almost 6, years haven't gone unnoticed. Instead of spending the day mourning the children that are not yet, I'll be spending the day taking care of my niece while her mother works. I'll be okay, though. I'm not bitter, just a little sad. I've made it this far and I'm not giving up yet.
To all of you Mothers, Happy Mother's Day.
To all of us not-yet, Happy Mother's Day, too.