Valuable

This month’s installment is about something that affects us all in the Turner’s community and many women that do not have Turner’s:  infertility.  

If you have read my book, Short Chick with Glasses, thank you for the support.  If not, it is available on Amazon, or catch me at one of the book signing events I’m hoping to set up this spring.  (Shameless plugs. Gotta love ‘em.).  In those memoirs I related that I have been through it all accepting my “no biological children” sentence: the anger at the unfairness, the wondering WHY I had to be born different.  The now not so secrete fears that no man would want me once he found out.   Indeed, I felt just about every emotion a person will feel when forced to accept something that is just…crap.  

Then I realized something.  I was spending enough time lamenting a life that I saw everybody else having – mourning a life that I could not lead - that I was in danger of completely missing the life that I was leading.

And it is a good life, all in all.  I have friends.  I am lucky enough to have good relationships with my family.  A job where I am in some small way helping people.  A cat that needs me to come home and feed her after that job.  I enjoy music, a good laugh; and instinctively stand up for the “little guy.”

Do my parents love my sister more because she provided them with three grandchildren and the best I could come up with is a “grand-kitty?”  Of course not.  That very thought is ridiculous.  

(I’m the favorite, always have been)

I am not able to spread my genes or continue the family line – but nobody gets to tell me that the life I have is of lesser value because of it.  And if I someday adopt, nobody gets to tell me that the relationship won't be as meaningful because I did not birth the child myself.       NOBODY.

And that includes myself. 

So, go ahead and acknowledge those moments of sadness when you see others celebrating a birth.  Acknowledge it, but don’t wallow in it.  There are many paths to happiness. Be open to the infinite paths your life can take.

Be well,

J