Mother's Day

Mother's Day has never been my favorite holiday. In the last ten years, I've grown to hate it. I love my mom but I couldn't tell you the last time I was actually with her for a Mother's Day--one of the many downfalls of living 600 miles from your family.

For me, Mother's Day has been a yearly reminder of what I don't have in my life. Mother's Day is, after all, to celebrate women who have children. I think in recent years, people have been more sensitive of women with fertility issues or women who have lost babies. However, I've never heard anyone acknowledge the group that I fall into---women who want nothing more than to have a family but just haven't found the right guy to start one with. Nothing like walking out of a church service in tears because you've been reminded again that, for what ever reason, you don't have the one thing you want in your life.

This year, I have a slightly different take on Mother's Day. This year, it's all about next year. Yes. I have a daughter. Sort of. This year, I will spend Mother's Day thinking about my little girl and how she will soon be in my arms. I will probably still cry and my heart will still break for all the wonderful women that I know who want nothing more than to be mothers.

But, this year, I have the hope of next year.