There is a kind of infertility that no one speaks about but it is so prevalent in our society. No, it is not because of a medical problem or a timing problem but rather a status problem. It is present in the Jewish single men and women who are longing to have a life partner and a family of their own.
I am one of those people, I have friends who are those people, you may even be one of those people.
You see, it’s not really acknowledged, the pain of an unmarried person who longs for kids. But it’s there every day. Its there when I’m told that grandchildren would be nice and when I am reminded of my ticking biological clock. As I watch my married friends go on and have beautiful children, the pain is so present. And while I will love their kids and jump up and down in excitement when they announce their pregnancy and the birth of their children, a part of me inside is hurting.
As I walk through the mall, into clothing stores and see the tiny baby clothing, there is a profound longing and pain to be a wife and mother. I pass through and envision my life with kids and I have a glimmer of hope. I think of the potential, of what I hope will be in the future.
No, it’s not infertility in the traditional sense but for all intents and purposes, it is no different, as it leaves me childless. So, I do the only thing I can do, hold my head up high, rejoice with friends and family who have kids, and pray for my future.