Another Mother's Day has come and gone. For some, it was a joyous occasion. For others, it was filled with unimaginable pain and disappointment. As I watched my wife interact with people yesterday, I was proud of her sensitivity to those around her.
As a man who has witnessed his wife weep for her friends struggling with infertility, I get frustrated. I know full well that we do not have the most difficult story in the world, nor do we have the most amazing miracle either. But I feel that our experiences have positioned us well to understand what others are going through.
While I was pushing Samuel around shopping for a Mother's day card on Saturday, I felt people looking at me. I could imagine what they were saying, some were happy and usually commented on my cute kid. But others scowled and it seemed like they wanted to say, "you don't deserve him."
I wish I had a little bubble window (like they have in cartoons) that told the amazing story of Samuel. I believe that I don't deserve to have such an amazing gift. But that is never what I was praying for. From day one I prayed that God would grant Stacy a child, because I feel she deserved it.