I’m not dressing up this Purim. I wasn’t feeling it. As we just started treatment I couldn’t focus on anything else.
I want to dress up like a mother. But do I want to just dress up like a mother or do I want to be a mother?
I want to be a mother.
Hiding behind my mask on Purim will be tears and frustration as I wait for my miracle. As I wait for God to answer our prayers.
As we read the Megillah tonight, I will think about all those who are struggling, and like Queen Esther have to stand up for themselves.
For every 7 people who are celebrating this joy of prospect to hold their child, there is 1 person crying and holding onto hope. To every 3 people who have a full term baby, there are those parents who are wishing they could have had one more minute with their child.
This year, I’ll be dressing up in a mask and thinking of all my struggling sisters.