Mother’s Day is an unknown day for me. Every year prior, I would reluctantly saunter into Hallmark. Buy a bijillion cards for all of our moms, m-aunts, step-moms, and sisters (we have a big family), and hope I don’t ugly cry in front of the cashier as I check out. Afterwards, I would unplug from

I’ve spent most of my teenage and adult life convincing myself that I didn’t want to be a mother. Rather than admit the hurt and loss of not being able to physically carry my own child, I emphatically said out loud that I didn’t want kids. As you may have guessed, that was never met