I figured today was a great day to wrap up this series. It is the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe, who was my saint for this last year. Also, it is my second blog anniversary. Given that I started this blog in hopes of letting you know that you can find truth, beauty and goodness even without the patter of little feet in your home.
I wish I could tell you that one day, overnight, it just all magically gets easier. It doesn’t and you know that.
It can and will get more tolerable. I hope I haven’t been too glib in saying that and in all of these posts. I never meant to be. The trip to acceptance is winding and long and full of setbacks. It is definitely not a straight line process; it’s not moving only forward and never backwards.
I don’t even remember what I had in mind when I started this series, I just know that I deviated somewhat from whatever it was. I had hoped to help, to let you know you can deal with it all, and come out fairly unscathed. But, I think I ended up somewhere I didn’t expect.
I learned something. Or, at least I figured out that I learned a lot in the last decade and a half.
There are something things about IF that still hurt, just maybe not as much.
IF doesn’t define me.
The sound of a baby crying still breaks my heart.
The smiles and giggles of a baby still melt my heart.
I am stronger than I give myself credit for.
I am weaker than I want to admit.
I am not alone.
I have many prayers for you, dear ladies.
I pray that your desire to become mothers is realized, either by conceiving or adopting.
I pray that you find peace and healing – of mind, body and soul.
I pray that if you don’t become a mother, you will be okay with that.
And, I pray that you know you are not alone.