As I’m basking in the loving glow of my family this morning, I’m reminded of all the would-be-mothers out there to whom today is a painful thorn in their side.? I’m one of the lucky ones.? I have an adorable and impossibly sweet little boy to lavish with kisses and hugs.? But what of the women who want so badly to be mothers and haven’t gotten their dearest wishes?? Or the ones who have come so close and in my heart are technically mothers, but that society doesn’t recognize because they have no children to hug today.? My heart aches for these women.? I wish that everyone could be guaranteed of getting their fondest wish.? I wish the world served up justice like that, but it doesn’t.? And I *hate* that it doesn’t.? Women like Cancerbaby or Julianna break my heart.

It doesn’t seem right, or fair, that some women are selected for motherhood and others are given a nice helping of pain and disappointment.? If there were true justice in the world, every women who didn’t ever want children would be infertile and those who desperately want it would get pregnant on the first try.? Doesn’t work that way though. And I *hate* that it doesn’t.

All I can do is be forever grateful of what I have.? For one reason or another, I was selected for motherhood.? At least one time over (and hopefully at least two).? And I never want to forget how lucky I am.? If I can’t give the gift of motherhood to another, at least I want to be able to appreciate what I do have.? So as much as today is about honoring and pampering mothers, it’s also (for me) about honoring what I have. I don’t want to ever forget it.