I've never pined for a child. Mine came unannounced - totally out of the blue. But now after a couple of miscarriages, I sort of know what it's like to pine - I guess I'm an infertile lite. Diet infertile?
Thing is, I have a kid. So, even if I never have any others, I still have her. For some people, it doesn't come as easy. They try for years - shots, hormones, more shots, and surgery. And many are successful, through one avenue or another, in building their family.
But others, for whatever reason, are not. And who's to say they are any less of a mother? Lord knows they probably wanted it way more than I did. Chances are they read hundreds more baby books than I did. And they probably would have loved every minute of their existence with a child a just as much if not more than I do. But one difference - no child.
It looks like *this woman won't get the chance. Her battle with cancer is nearly over and she will never be a mother. I don't know her - and I have no idea what kind of mother she would have been. But I don't really care about that now. All I know is that she really wanted to be one and now she won't get the chance. And it makes me sick.
Maybe you do have to have a kid to be called a mother, but you don't have to have one to feel like a mother, or be motherly, or motherlike. And since I can't make this woman better, save her, or give her a child, I'm doing what I can.
So, in honor of Mother's Day and HBM's lovely contest, she's my Mother of the Week. Chances are she'll never know it. But I do. And now you do.
Happy Mother's Day - to the mother in everyone, kid or not.
*Update: Cancerbaby died yesterday. I wrote this post before her passing. Peace to her family.