Tuesday, March 2, 2010
I felt like I wasn't entitled to have that conversation. Because she didn't know. She didn't know that I am infertile and although I have a child, I have never been pregnant.
My role as a mother is not fake or forced. I can say that whole-heartedly. So why did I feel uncomfortable knowing that she assumed I knew exactly what she was going through? I think part if it may have been that she was kind of asking advice and seeking information and guidance from "someone who has been there."
But I haven't been there. So I had to let her know.
The way Joci came to me doesn't make her less. Doesn't make her story and my experience less. Just different. Still, looking back on that conversation today, I can't figure out why I felt so jumpy around the the natural assumption that I had been pregnant. Like I was an imposter. Not in motherhood. But just pregnancy. And it would be wrong not to say something.