I know that as Infertiles, Mothers Day is supposed to make us bitter and resentful at the universe for our unending barrenness.
That sentiment seems a little selfish to me. I mean, I may not have children (yet), but I do still have my mother, my mother-in-law, and my grandmother-in-law in my life. This should be a day used to celebrate those that we still have with us, those women who brought us up. Today should be the day to honor the women in our lives who have changed our diapers, yelled at us for crossing the street without looking both ways, stayed up all night waiting for us to sneak back into the house, and not telling Dad how late we got home or who it was that dropped us off.
For me, this is a day to honor them that I do have, not a day to cry about what I don’t.
Besides, I celebrate that every other day of the year…
And so, in honor of Mothers Day (and in honor of not taking yourself too seriously in life), I present to you an excerpt from the mind-blowingly awesome book I’m currently reading–Bossypants, by Tina Fey.
Just Stop Trying and It Will Happen... 