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When Mother’s Day Is a Matter of Life and Death – (in)courage 

By (in)Courage : Kelli Worrall 

Wen Mother’s Day Is A Matter  Of Life And Death

On Mother’s Day 2004 I made the mistake of going to church.

By that time my husband Peter and I had been floundering in the stormy sea of infertility for over two years, and I was tired. Depression was weighing me down — anger, too — as we rode wave after wave. The monthly swell of hope, then the crash of despair. The flailing of weary limbs and the gasping for air. The trying desperately not to drown.

The repeated prayer, “If You love me, why won’t You give us a child?”

In an effort to avoid babies and mothers and pregnant people, I had almost stopped attending church altogether.


My real name is Debra (Debbie Sue). Sarah is a nickname given to me in high school. My husband has always called me that so here in Florida It's all I am known by. I was born and raised in Illinois. My son and I moved to Colorado in 1982. I taught school for 17 years. Then I ran a homeschooling/preschool/daycare until 2006 when I moved to Florida after my son, Bobby died suddenly. He was almost 26. Danny and I live and work at a state park here. I miss the mountains and climate of Colorado. I miss snow and the four seasons. I miss Bobby.

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