On Thursdays, just outside my work area, there is a group of mothers from the community who meet and have coffee together. It’s a club to which I can’t gain admittance. I hear talk filter in of new babies and new houses; it is hard to hear and not feel deprived. I begin to feel … More Companionship and Incarnation.
I am not the person who radiates contentment. I think on some level I feel like being content in circumstances that are less than acceptable to me is giving in, saying it is okay when it isn’t, resigning myself to a fundamentally unsupportable situation. I know that really, my contentment or discontentment are not terribly material … More “Contentment, thy name is certainly not Shannon.”
Now that Halloween is over, I can start thinking about Christmas. I love the anticipation of decorating and waiting for the Christmas celebration. The thing is, however, that I know that Christmas will come. I am assured of what I am waiting for. Infertility isn’t like that. You’re waiting for something you’re not guaranteed. It’s … More Isolation and Agony: Waiting for Children, Christmas, and the Eschaton.