Mother’s Day has always been painful for me. After years of fertility treatments, miscarriages, and heartbreak, I still wasn’t a mom. It’s the one thing I’ve wanted more than anything — and yet, every year, I’m reminded of what I don’t have. This year, my mother-in-law Cheryl invited me to a “ladies-only” Mother’s Day dinner. Just her, my sisters-in-law — both moms — and me. My husband, Ryan, encouraged me to go. “Just get through it,” he said. “You know how she is.” I knew exactly how she was. From the moment I arrived, I could feel it. Cheryl wore her good pearls and a smile that always means trouble. She handed gift bags to my sisters-in-law, toasted “the real mothers,” and barely acknowledged me. I wasn’t given a glass of prosecco, or a “Happy Mother’s Day.” Just water, and a pat on the arm. Then came dessert. Three rich chocolate cakes — and one plain fruit bowl set in front of Cheryl, who can’t eat sweets. Everyone laughed, swapped baby stories, and talked about diaper blowouts and preschool crafts. I smiled politely and stayed quiet. And then it happened. Cheryl tapped her spoon on her glass and stood up. “Kaylee, dear,” she said sweetly, “you’re the only one here who isn’t a mother. So it doesn’t seem fair to split the bill. Maybe you could treat us this year?” She slid the check toward me — $367. Most of it for their lobster tails, desserts, and prosecco. I had grilled chicken and water. I smiled, opened my purse, and placed $25 on the table. “That covers my meal.” Then I looked her in the eye and said, “Actually, I am celebrating something. Ryan and I are adopting. We were matched this morning — a baby girl. She’s being born tomorrow in Denver.” The entire table went silent. I stood, put on my coat, and added, “So yes, this is my first Mother’s Day. And no, I won’t be paying for yours.” The next morning, I held my daughter Maya for the first time. She wrapped her tiny hand around my finger, and I felt everything shift. Cheryl never called me. She called Ryan instead — said I embarrassed her. But he told her the truth: “You embarrassed yourself.” We haven’t heard from her since. And honestly? That’s okay. Because I’m finally a mom — and that’s all I ever wanted to be.
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