Mother's Day is tomorrow. I'll post on social media how much I love my mom and wish all the women out there a blessed day.
Inside...inside I'll be crying, again. Mom...a short, but impactful word. A word spoken around the world in so many languages. A word that I'll never hear directed my way by any child.
I have no children. I don't even know if I can or can't have children...never tried as I'm one of those throwbacks that won't have sex or babies till I'm married. And since, at the age of 42, no one has ever loved me enough to marry me...the possibility of children is slim.
Oh, I know I can adopt on my own. Heck, people tell me to go to a sperm bank and do it on my own. But why? Why would I ever want to bring a child into this world deliberately as a single mom? No father figure? ALL the struggles by myself? No thanks.
So, here I sit crying because no one seems to think to recognize people like myself on a day like Mother's Day. Who am I kidding? I didn't even get recognized for administrative assistant day or teacher appreciation day.
