VERY LATE Sunday Funday: Every Day Is Mother's Day.

I saw a play last night about two women who were trying to adopt children because they were unable to conceive (even with IVF), and it was a serious emotional roller coaster that takes me back to the years I dedicated to getting pregnant with IVF. After discovered I had fertility problems when I was 37, I was advised I had a six month window in which to get pregnant. I didn’t have a boyfriend. No worries, my doctor advised. “Use a sperm donor.” WTF??? “This will be your baby.”

After A LOT of agonizing, I ended up undergoing three IVF cycles, after which I finally got pregnant with JJ. Which is all to say Mother’s Day is the one holiday I really like.

JJ gave me a necklace they strung with beads they made from clay which they baked. They made the holes in each individual bead. How can this be? It seems very intricate.

Then they sighed and explained that they don’t have any money, so they were unable to buy me a gift. This is because I consistently forget to give them their allowance.

I handed them a twenty.

Here are the tulips in their glory.

Here’s to mothers and maternal instincts, as they arise in all humans, no matter the gender.