This post is part of the A to Z Challenge. Each post will be associated with a letter of the alphabet with the theme ‘Letters to my younger self’.
Dear 30-year-old me,
In the next few months, you’ll need to work on your poker face and your congratulatory phrases because you will be bombarded with babies.
The news of babies will make you happy for your dearest friends but at the same time, it will make you long for one of your own.
You’ll be in a quandary and you’ll experience happiness and sadness in a single breath.
You’ll respond appropriately via emails filled with congratulations. You’ll pepper your text messages with smiley faces. Inside, there will be a kernel of regret that it is not you who’s pregnant with a new life.
Be strong, dear me, be strong. You will be sad, be sad, but you will be strong as well. Don’t wet the pillows with your tears. Don’t wipe your tears with your blanket. Be strong.
One day it will be you who will be filled with news of a new life.