Thursday, May 10, 2012
The Second Sunday in May
As that "day that shall remain un-named" quickly approaches, those of us who are childless, not by choice, are bombarded by the advertisements, sales, comments, conversations, and other various cruelties, which only serve to remind us that we are outsiders. We are forced to smile and wish others a "happy day," and to maneuver our way through the gauntlet of emotional blows and stabs by those around us, who are for the most part oblivious to our suffering. I have no words to ease that suffering. I have no wisdom to heal the pain. I only have the understanding of what you endure, because I endure it, too. I feel the burn of tears as I fight them back, and the lump in my stomach when the proverbial happy family strolls by, completely unaware that someone like us longs for the very thing they take for granted. I know too well the anger that I have been denied this most basic of desires. I know. I get it. I'm sorry if you do, too.