And yet I am.
If not for my infertility I would have never known what an incredible miracle it is to be blessed with a child. It is not something to be taken for granted. Nor is it something to dread or fear; Or something to terminate or feel inconvenienced by. No, it is something to cherish. And it is sadly something some women, no matter how badly they desire it, will never experience.
If not for my infertility I would have never known that I truly can cast all my cares to Him. I would never have known that He desires the best for me and truly desires to give me all the desires of my heart.
If not for my infertility I wouldn’t be the mother I am today and the mother I desire to be tomorrow.
If not for my infertility I wouldn’t have met, befriended, cried with (and for) the incredible women who are a part of this sisterhood—the infertile ones. Some have crossed the finish line, some gave up, and some are still trudging along with their eyes ahead and their arms empty.
There are in fact many roads to motherhood.
My path may have been the least desirable.
The streets are wet with tears and cracked by many a broken heart.
But it was worth it all, this road to motherhood that infertility built.
And I will be forever grateful to have traveled it.