Although I didn’t get to choose these circumstances, I’ve been granted a gift
It’s strange how the simplest statements can trigger emotional tsunamis.
Last night, after speaking to you on the phone, I tried to make sense of the pain that washed over me. Don’t get me wrong, I harbor no feelings of resentment against you. I just thought it would be helpful to sit down and write a letter that gives you a glimpse into my reality.
When I called to wish you mazel tov on your newest addition, you responded with the classic “Im yirtzeh Hashem by you.” Innocent enough. Except that what you don’t know is that for me, my youngest will always be my baby.
We live in a culture where large families are the norm, and where women our age still have years of childbearing to look forward to. My reality, however, is different. My small precious family, for which I am forever grateful, will not welcome the addition of any new brothers or sisters.
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