I am struggling with what to submit for World Childless week this year and don’t know why. Suddenly, it hits me. That word WHY.

I say it repeatedly, as though ironically, I am a child questioning their parent as to why they cannot have something.

Why did we not have children?

Why did I never fall pregnant?

Why did IVF hormones not work?

Why did we not get to egg retrieval?

Why did the doctor say there is no reason biological or physical for you not to conceive?

Why did the doctor say we should be able to fall pregnant naturally?

Why did they not find anything wrong with us?

Why is our infertility unexplained?

Why, when we were consideringadoption,did the agency assign us a caseworker who was 8 months pregnant?

Why did the adoption agency judge us for wanting a closed adoption?

Why have some people I know had three or four children while we have not had any?

Why are we still grieving the child or children we never had?

There are so many more whys in our story that sadly, will never be answered.

There is one why, however that can be.

Why do we need to move on? Simply, because life is too precious and short and the love my husband and I have for each other keeps our souls alive.