The topic about childlessness has become less and less important to me as the years are passing by. Writing this blog has helped me infinitely. Sometimes I wonder - does my writing still help anybody? I am not sure, but then sometimes something unexpected happens.
I see that someone reads (almost) all my post from the last 9 years within few days. I am deeply flattered, when I see that...
Or I get an email from a young woman, a decade younger then me, who has just quit all infertility treatments and is accepting their childless life. And she says that writing to a real person, who went through the same feelings ten years prior, helps her.
I love that. This means I am still a needed part of this community. I may not be a mother... but I love the idea of being a big sister to someone who is in the hardest times of accepting childless life.
I see that as paying forward... I will be forever grateful to all the women who had walked this path before me and have helped me.
I have heard a beautiful sentence recently. "I'm not here just to be a mother, I'm here to be me."
Sometimes I overthink - what is my role in this world since I am not a mother?
Being me is just enough!