Lately I’ve been pining for a child again. I don’t know if it’s because I get in my head and can’t get out, or if it’s because of the barrage of Mother’s Day and Father’s Day ads everywhere, telling me I need to be a parent.
Either way I hate this feeling. It’s been years since we quit trying, and I accepted the fact that a child wasn’t meant for us. I didn’t like it, but I accepted it. I moved on and let it go. But every now and again, that feeling comes back.