Last weekend I was watching the most adorable video of a little girl singing the song “Part of That World” from Disney’s The Little Mermaid, and I found myself getting pretty emotional. I had to push back the growing lump in my throat and save it for later because I was visiting KM, and her son was sitting in my lap watching the video with me. Instead of exploring how I was feeling and why, I talked to him about how nice the video was.
Later that night once everyone was in bed, I laid down and listened to the song again. Immediately tears started pouring down my face and I was muffling my sobs into a blanket. What was it about this video, this song, that was leading to a meltdown?! Even writing about it almost a week later is causing tears to prick at my eyes. Let me break down why this song affected me so strongly.
Look at this stuff, isn’t it neat? Wouldn’t you think my collection’s complete? Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl- the girl who has everything?
Look at this trove, treasures untold. How many wonders can one cavern hold? Looking around here you think, sure, she’s got everything.
I’ve got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty. I’ve got whozits and whatzits galore. You want thingamabobs? I’ve got twenty! But who cares? No big deal, I want more.
To anyone looking in on my life, it is obvious that I am truly blessed. I have a life that so many would envy. I have a wonderful marriage to an amazing man who makes me feel safe and happy. We don’t really fight. Sure, we may bicker, but our arguments are always easily resolved. I have a supportive, loving extended family. I have lots of close friends, many of whom I have known for over 10 years. I have every material thing that I need, and a lot of what I want as well. I have four awesome cats who actually get along and like to hang out with their humans when we are home. My health is pretty good, I have a very enjoyable job, and the list just keeps going. I know that I have an enviable life, and yet it isn’t enough.
I wanna be where the people are I wanna see, wanna see them dancin’! Walking around on those – what do you call ’em? Oh – feet!
Flippin’ your fins, you don’t get too far. Legs are required for jumping, dancing. Strolling along down a – what’s that word again? Street
I want to be a mom so much. There is a constant, aching emptiness in my life that so many wonderful things simply cannot fill. I want to be someone’s mommy. I want to be like other people, who never have to endure procedures, surgeries, transfers, and failed attempts when trying to build a family. I want to be a mommy without it being something clinical, and that is something that I cannot have. I feel like I’ve been stuck at the same point in my life ever since we started trying to conceive.
Up where they walk, up where they run. Up where they stay all day in the sun. Wanderin’ free – wish I could be Part of that world.
I feel like I’m still trapped underwater while so many people have been able to break the surface and make it to the shores of parenthood. I want that life too. I’m ready to move forward with my life, and I don’t know how to reach the next stage in my life if I’m not a parent. Being a mommy is really all that I want at this point in my life, and I hate that it’s the one thing that I cannot make happen for myself.
What would I give if I could live out of these waters? What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand? Bet’cha on land they understand, bet they don’t reprimand their daughter. Bright young women sick of swimmin’, ready to stand,
I’m ready to know what the people know. Ask ’em my questions and get some answers.What’s a fire and why does it – what’s the word? Burn?
We visited the zoo the same day that I watched the video, and it was really difficult for me. I don’t know where I fit in anymore. There were lots of mommies by themselves or in pairs exploring the zoo with their children in tow. I was following along with KM as we tried to keep up with her four year old son. But, she could have managed without me, and I knew I was there to keep them company. I enjoyed the day, but at the same point I felt like I had no real purpose. I want to have a child to bring to the zoo with my friends and their kids. I want to be part of their world. Instead there is this invisible barrier of infertility that no one can see, but that keeps me from being more than an observer.
When’s it my turn? Wouldn’t I love, love to explore that shore up above? Out of the sea. Wish I could be. Part of that world.
With every passing day of infertility, the hole in my heart gets bigger. Each time I think I cannot handle another moment, I’m forced to find a way to continue on this path. I want so much, and am so ready, to be a parent. I just wish I knew how much longer I will have to wait. How much longer until I can go to the shores of parenthood. I’m ready to be part of that world, but for now I am not.
Here’s a link to the video so you can cry too: