I think of all the different kinds of moms there are. There are the moms who are really into it, who read about kids while they are pregnant and know everything they are supposed to do. I think of the teenage single moms pregnant not by plan but by accident of passion. I think of drug using moms, who may love their kids but are simply unable to do right by them.
I think of stepmoms - boy, that's got to be one of the toughest jobs in the world. I think of moms of special needs kids. Although any mom's work is never done, that's especially true for moms of special needs children. I think of working moms, trying to do it all, or maybe shirking either their work or child rearing responsibilities. I think of moms whose husbands died young and had to raise multiple kids by themselves. (Rest in peace, Mom.)
But most of all, I think of three nurses in our unit who would like to be moms but cannot get pregnant. In their 30's, they have been trying for years to conceive, all the while watching babies born to some mothers who barely gave a second thought to getting pregnant. I don't know the details of their infertility, and I don't dare ask. It's such a private thing.
One Mother's Day morning I was leaving work when I saw one of the nurses with infertility problems by herself, and I said to her, "Darcy, I know Mother's Day might be hard for you, but I sure hope that by this time next year you can be a mom, too."
"Oh, I hope so too!" she said, with such earnestness that it showed the pain it must be for her. That was two years ago, and she is still childless. I really don't know what to say to her now.