I love spring. Everything wakes up. Things start anew. The sun comes out of hiding. I start spending a lot of time outside. My soul is recharged in so many ways.
But there are things about spring that amplify what I'm missing out on thanks to infertility. Soccer, for example.
One of the things I most looked forward to about parenting was sharing our love of sports with our kids. There are few things, in my opinion, cuter than a swarm of four and five year olds chasing after a soccer ball, everyone cheering when a goal is scored, no matter which team scores or whether or not it was in the correct goal. The pure joy of sport.
Had things worked out differently, this is probably the first year that our kids would have been old enough to participate.
But we don't have kids. So there will be no soccer games.
And I miss it.