For such a small word, No packs a big punch.
Mom, can I have ice cream and cookies before dinner? No
Can I drink and drive responsibly? No
Dad, can I use the car tonight? No
Can I sleep around without ramifications? No
Will you go out on a date with me? No
Can I lose fifty pounds overnight? No
Is it going to snow is July? No
Mom, can I play ball in the street? No
Can I win the lottery without buying a ticket? No
God, can I be a mom? No
Sometimes No is a physical impossiblity. As much as I'd like to wake up fifty pounds lighter, it just isn't going to happen. Nor am I going to grow wings and learn how to fly.
Sometimes it's a personal preference. I really don't want to go out drinking and dancing at the local bar. I don't want to chair that committee. And, no, I don't think you look good in green and purple horizontal stripes.
Sometimes that No keeps us from bad consequences. I won't drunkenly crash the car. I won't get an STD. I'll eat a healthier meal if I skip the cookies before dinner.
But what if the reason for the No isn't so apparent? I think as Catholic women we feel the sting of God's No to children particularly strongly. It's painful. Being a mother is what we were created for. Or is it? What if God put me here for some other reason. It doesn't always seem clear to me what it is. I have to trust, believe, and have faith. Is that easy? Emphatically No!
Can I still be happy? Most certainly! How? By looking for truth, beauty and goodness in the world God has given me. Is it easy? Well . . . maybe.