Infertility and Mother’s Day

 Mother’s Day in Florida!

For those of you who support me by reading my blog faithfully, I must apologize for failing to post yesterday on a day that may have been very hard for you. After rising around 3:30am to start my voyage back home from a few days with my mom in Florida, I was one whooped puppy. I decided to practice what I preach by taking care of “me” with a long nap and leisurely afternoon.

I also know just how important Mother’s Day can be, thus it was important to me to only write about it when I was of clear mind. So, here goes.

Yesterday when I arrived home someone important in my life handed me a card from Cardinal Mindszenty (my friend is Catholic) and a red rose. In his kind and compassionate heart he was meaning to honor me as a woman, yet I found myself quite offended at what this Catholic card said.

The Most Important Person

on earth is a mother. She

cannot claim the honor of

having built Notre Dame

Cathedral. She need not. She

has built something more

magnificent than any

cathedral–a dwelling for an

immortal soul, the tiny

perfection of her baby’s

body…The angels have not

been blessed with such a

grace. They cannot share in

God’s creative miracle to bring

new saints to Heaven. Only a

human mother can. Mothers

are closer to God the Creator

than any other creature; God

joins forces with mothers in

performing this act of

creation…What on God’s

good earth is more glorious

than this: to be a mother?

– Joseph Cardinal Mindszenty

Now I knew right away, before I even finished reading it, that this was written by a man. A man with wonderful intentions to honor the might and strength of “woman.” Yet a man who truly has no idea what it is to be a mother.

I believe that carrying a child in our womb is a gift from God, an incredible miracle. Yet, I believe it is a miracle that God gives to some women, while leading others to a higher calling.

When I first learned that conceiving may never be possible for me, I was crushed. Yet the first thing a dear friend said to me was “what a blessing you have.”

You see, I have always felt that my heart had room in it for children who didn’t come from my body. My friend’s point was that it is easy to love what came from us, we are biologically programmed for that. Yet, it is a gift from God to have the ability to love what arrived apart from us.

Being a mother is not about allowing your body to swell, dealing with uncomfortableness, varicose veins, or sore raw nipples. Being a mother has absolutely nothing to do with those things.

Being a mother is about sitting up all night with a baby who is congested, just to make sure that their little belly continues to go up and down.

Being a mother is about feeling the dagger in your heart when your child first says “I hate you,” yet still saying “no” to their request.

Being a mother is about hearing two little feet padding along the floor, and sniffles coming from down the hallway. And knowing that combination means a bad dream, and that soon a little person will crawl into bed with you (even though you haven’t had sex with your husband for a month).

Being a mother is about everything that comes after the pushing, after the cries of agony, after the conceived has completed.

Each of us women may, or may not, bring a child into our arms and our hearts by conceiving through our bodies. This minor point is truly, not the point, on Mother’s Day.

So while I thank Cardinal Mindszenty for understanding and appreciating the powerful biological capability of the female body, I fully intend to send a letter to the Catholic church urging them to expand their viewpoint of motherhood to truly encompass that which it is–a deep, faithful, act of the greatest love possible from one human being to another.

And that perhaps, just maybe, that love is even greater when it comes from one whom God has called to mother a child who God delivered to them via a longer route. For it is those women whose hearts have been molded in the fire, and who have withstood the greatest test of faith. All for the love of becoming a mother.

One comment

  1. […] And though this piece of advice may sting, each of us must also learn to release our attachment to the “how,” while still holding onto the deep knowing that we will mother a child For some motherhood will come via their own womb, yet for others it will come to them on the wings of their heart’s creation Both are miraculous, both are beautiful, and both are incredible blessings […]

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