Mother's Day During Fertility Treatment
There are four plates in my cabinet from Mother's Day 1991. I had no children and I was not pregnant. In fact, I had just found out that an IUI cycle (intrauterine insemination) had failed. Fertility treatment had not worked--again.
I decided I needed a present. I went to Pottery Barn and bought these four plates. They went with absolutely nothing that I owned. They were definitely not anything that I needed. Back then, Pottery Barn still gift wrapped.
The upside? They were calorie-free. They didn't contain alcohol or other drugs, illiicit or over-the-counter. They had no nicotine or caffeine. There were no horrible artificial sweeteners. They didn't raise my pulse too high or make my metabolism sluggish either.
My buying them didn't cause my credit card to blow up, nor did they get me near to reaching my credit limit. Nor did they even create a blip on my credit card bill. They were astonishingly inexpensive and therefore affordable.
When Being Kind to Oneself Can Save Everything Else
They may have saved my husband's life. Or my marriage. He was wise enough not to ask anything. He was even wiser not to say anything. He knew to just let me be.
Astonishing what four blue, lovely, yet still not extraordinary plates could do.
I had them wrapped. I opened them on Mother's Day. They made my heart happy. They made the corners of my lips turn up.
They made me happy on a day that was destined to be unhappy.
It turns out that they were magical plates after all. Completely not ordinary. Completely extraordinary.
Buying and giving myself those plates had no down side.
Please consider a gift for yourself for this Mother's Day. Something as innocent and healthy and inexpensive and non-guilt-forming as my four plates.
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