Intellectually, I am deeply grateful for the mistakes and failures I’ve experienced. They have taught me much more than my successes and good fortune. But instinctually, I am ashamed of them, and often don’t try something for fear of failure.
The cost of joy is work. So much work. The cost of joy is vulnerability, willingness, consistency, sacrifice, forgiveness, gratitude… all of that on top of the physical reality of life: jobs, chores, illness, finances, etc. And yet joy itself is so accessible and so very simple.
Yearning for motherhood may be painful, but it is a beautiful and natural thing. It can lead to growth and make room in our hearts. If we reach out to each other in compassion, it can forge bonds that build hope.
Upon seeing my girls, many people have the same reaction. “What pretty little girls!” or “I love your fancy dress!” There is nothing innately wrong with these expressions. But what is the long-term consequence on little girls when the first thing anyone says to them is about how they look.