My brother and his wife were in town last weekend, because my SIL qualified for the Xterra National Off-road Triathalon. It was great to see them and spend time with them. They haven't come to Utah for a couple of years, and we haven't been to Ohio, because it doesn't seem like a destination.
My sister pulled my brother and I aside to talk to us. Conversations about any topic always come back to her. When she started to complain about how hard her life is and how she can't do the things she wants, I said, "Everyone has their own struggles. They are just different. No one's struggles are any worse than anyone else's." She didn't like that much and went off about how I wouldn't talk to her, because she didn't know what to say when we were TTC and trying to adopt. My brother defended me by saying that no one could understand what I was going through unless they had been through it themselves. I appreciated that.
I called my mom today to see what they did the last day they were here, since I had to work. That was all fine, then my mom started talking about some of her friends, their health problems (my mom is 70), and how grateful she is for her situation. She told me about one of her friends from high school who is raising her 1, 5, and 8 year old grandchildren, because the dad is in jail and her daughter is on drugs. I listened about the struggle to raise these young children at age 70. I wanted to say, "Why didn't the daughter place the children for adoption?" I understand that would be difficult and the grandparents still want a relationship with the children. While we are done trying to become parents, I know there are people out there aching for that opportunity.