*** Disclaimer: My emotions in this post are raw and I am laying it all out there, consider yourself warned if you get annoyed easily :) ***
Today was a pretty great day, rushed at some places, and as the night falls I find myself struggling with feelings of such desire. But I will get into that later.
This whole weekend was pretty good, except for my hubby not feeling so good. He received a flu shot on Thursday and has felt "under the weather" ever since. He's run down and coughing a lot. But we were able to spend some time with friends this weekend and enjoy a lovely piece of cheesecake :) I had a little bit of a freak out moment at mid-night last night when I received an e-mail from my friend and fellow youth group leader at church that we were having youth group (and we hadn't planned anything or looked in depth at the planning guide). So I was up until 1:30 looking at stuff and writing things out. On Sunday afternoon my friend came with me to the last Mariners game of the season. Unfortunately the M's didn't win, and we had to leave early so I could grab something for a family member down the road and then get to church on time...which I got home, just as mass was starting at my parish... so quick like a bunny I found another parish that had mass in 30 minutes, grabbed all my materials I needed for youth group and rushed to mass. After mass I drove across town and got my parish to find out that only 2 high school teens came, and a handful of middle schoolers, and the high schoolers were hanging out with the middle school group (which was great)... I just looked silly rushing from one end of town to the other, coming in a hour late and lugging everything in... only to have copies I made forgotten by the teens I gave them to. I know it wasn't anything intentional at all...it's just hard when you put thought into things/plans and it either doesn't happen or is unappreciated.
Anyways... this Sunday in the Catholic faith is Respect for Life Sunday. I am pro-life, but that also means that it has been a journey for me to fully accept the teachings and really understand, know and believe what being pro-life means. Now, I am not one to go out and picket, or yell at people; I'm just not like that, nor am I confrontational. But I would share my belief and respectfully discuss "sticky" issues when it comes to respecting life from 'womb to tomb' as I heard stated today. Any rate, my purpose isn't to discuss pro-life issues right now, but to lead you on how my thought process progressed to how I feel so defeated and empty right now. The church has such a beautiful love for life and respect for that and is very vocal in providing help and supporting families and our faith calls us to accept children from God (by any means) irregardless of money/time fears-totally and fully. It is not up to us how a child is conceived, the point is that that child was put here on earth for a reason case in point- Jesus Chris, born to an unwed teenager, put on this earth to pay the ultimate price, his death for our salvation. And as I was listening to the priest talk about love and how wonderful children are and then followed by this other speaker I couldn't help but let a few drops fall from my eyes...
What about Matt and I? We are here, with our hearts (and womb) wide open, ready to receive this gift and to love a child and teach them to love Our Lord. The church rarely (and by rarely, I have never seen/heard a presentation done at church-doesn't mean it isn't out there) shows support for those families who are struggling with infertility or conception. Where do I go for spiritual guidance? I've looked on line, I found a couple of patron saints, I've been praying the Rosary, I have offered up my suffering and impatience to God- in the back of my mind and in my heart I know that it is in His time... but every day my desire for a family, for a tiny life growing inside of me grows stronger. I have to accept His answer of "not yet"...but in the mean time, it seems as if there are no books, no daily devotionals or prayers to help with the daily struggle of this cross that I and so many other men and women out there face. It hurts so bad, and it's to the point where it consumes me... it is to the point where I get annoyed with my husband, when he wants to talk about a video game that he is so very excited about. Which is cool, and I shouldn't be annoyed...but in my mind I can't help but be annoyed with him b/c he isn't obsessing about this as much as I am. I know that is irrational...and it is something that is totally on me, he isn't doing anything wrong...but what do I do with this pit I find myself in tonight? In this pit where I feel so totally unfulfilled and helpless... I am a wife and daughter- and that is great. I am a teacher with out my own classroom- so am I really a teacher? I have an empty womb, so I am not a mother. Those are two things I can't control, but I feel like I have no identity because of it.
All these things are spiraling, and yet I know I am being irrational and this is how I feel in the moment... When I really examine it, it comes down to patience. I know I talk a lot about patience...and at the same time I feel silly for being so upset about this because there are so many out there who have gone through much worse. There are those who have suffered two or more miscarriages, who have held their babies in their arms, only to have them pass away due to SIDS or hunger or illness because they couldn't get the medicines needed. That is whole other level of pain. And when I take a moment to calm down, and think of my dear husband and his patience and how he is there for me to calm me and support me; I realize how lucky and blessed I really am. God isn't telling me no, he is asking me to wait. I am not infertile- just need some help. And if we cannot conceive a child together, there is always adoption; and that is also a beautiful gift.
Man I wrote a lot, but a lot was bottled inside of me. As I close this blog, I must confess that I feel better, after typing that all out, and I guess that is what blogs are for. No one will know what it feels like to be me (even those that have suffered the same things I have or feel the same pain I do)- it's different for everyone. All I can do is best try to convey my feelings through this, and hopefully not depress or worry too many of you. As a whole, I am okay, just like anyone, I get sad and stuck in my own cloud of muck.
Here is a prayer from St. Gerard:
O good St. Gerard,
powerful intercessor before God
and Wonder-worker of our day,
I call on you and seek your help.
You who on earth did always fulfill God's design,
help me to do the Holy Will of God.
Beseech the Master of Life,
from whom all paternity proceeded,
to make me fruitful in offspring,
that I may raise up children to God in this life
and heirs to the Kingdom of His glory
in the world to come. Amen.