I cannot imagine how my mental state would be if I found myself fifty years old and childless. I'd like to say that I wouldn't fall apart, but maybe I would. I have wanted to be a mother since I was a little girl. If I wasn't able to have biological children then I know I would have adopted.
However, it's not always that easy. When I was in college, I worked with a women who tried to take out a loan from a bank, so that she could adopt a child. She was turned down time and time again. I met her when she tried for the fourth time to adopt a little boy. She was turned down. She got a cat, dyed her hair black and didn't seem to smile for the rest of the summer.
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