This year, I've eventually come to terms with my position of being childless in country where women without children are treated as somehow less than their peers.
Of course, there are exceptions but, in general, I'd say this is true.
And the situation is made worse by the naming of a day for those woman lucky to have a child by choice if they care to have one.
Yesterday, I was driving by the local church where there'd been prayers for mothers who were each given Mothering Sunday daffodils. Imagine how those without children might have felt in such a public display of official sidelining.
Yet, as the African proverb points out, it takes a village to raise a child.
I've spent years looking after thousands of children as both a Primary and Secondary teacher. I was a Form Tutor for twenty years listening to children's problems and giving guidance.
Aren't there aunts out there too who help out if asked? Or female cousins who take an interest?
Don't childless women who work, pay taxes so that other women's children can be educated and looked after by the NHS if they're sick, contribute in their own way?
I've recently joined the website Childless Not By Choice which has the slogan, 'Childlessness is not what defines me' but still, the lack of acknowledgement of the value of all woman is still hurtful especially on Mothering Sunday.
Anyway, here's the link:
This year, I opened up about it and my lovely niece invited me to breakfast with her Mum and gave me some flowers. It was a momentous thing for me.
Sometimes, with this disease, I feel less of a woman than I felt before.
So for all women here, mothers or not. Childless by choice. Childless not by choice. I'd just like to say that your value to your community and family is immense. Xxx