An infertile outlook
At an afternoon kitty, I gushed about how my eight year old son had written an entire essay, praising his multifaceted Mommy. The teachers had even pushed him to participate in an inter school competition, looking at his prolific writing skills. With my third book into publishing, I was dancing on cloud nine that my son, soon will follow suit. The ladies complimented my larger than life picture with intermittent 'huh' and 'haa'. I shared few pictures of the Mother's Day celebration we had at home, with hubby doing the cooking and son decorating. I delivered sermons on how motherhood was satisfying and an enriching experience. "I don't understand why women these days run away from motherhood like it was a ten-headed monster!" I passed a snide remark in oblivion. All this time Sheena, an acquaintance in the kitty, who sat like a piece of furniture in the dining hall, excused herself for freshening up before our orders arrived. I don't know whether