We have a beautiful tradition with school-friends from high school (we were together from the age 15 to 19 years). We meet every year - first Friday in June.
But for the last 15 years I didn't attend the anniversary. I dreaded all the baby talk & children talk & unwanted questions.
This year I just decided that I am almost 50 and that I am done with skipping life.
I went and it was nice.
It was lovely to talk about old memories.
There were only three moments that I didn't feel comfortable.
1. One school friend greeted the group when entering to the restaurant: "Do we already have any grandchildren??".
2. One school friend boasted with his first two kids who are in early 20s and how he and his wife got a surprise third child and how a newborn is enriching their lives.
3. One school friend - a mother of two - asked me: "So Klara, how old are your children now?" She asked me the very same question in the last 10 anniversaries that I attended.
The remark 1 and 2 didn't make me angry nor sad - they weren't addressed directly to me. But remark 3 was.
I am very glad that I did find the strenght and went. Why would I have to miss any more of the life? I have missed - because of my infertility - already way too much.