Today in the mail I received my "personalized certificate" congratulating me on the birth of my child. Last week I received coupons for formula and diapers.
Yes, it is true I am a mother, I did have a child. Said child has not used formula or diapers in several years.
As far as I know I am not pregnant, I am not expecting a child, frankly one of the key ingredients to making a child (or at least if I remember correctly) is missing.
It stung today when I saw the envelope, congratulating me on the birth of my child. It is no different than when I go into the basement to run and I see the high chair, car seats, boxes of clothes, crib, toys etc sitting in the corner. These things are taking up space, there is so much I could do with that space. But yet, I don't, I keep them around because I'm not ready to say I'm done having children.
Maybe I am done and I'm just not accepting that fact, or maybe it is time to get rid of the baby stuff and make room for other stuff... if another baby comes along I can always get new stuff right?
By the way, I haven't registered anywhere for this mystery baby I'm getting formula and diapers for... so just send money...
1 comment:
Congrats!! Heehee!
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