The other day, another one of my coworkers asked me if I had any children.
Then later, as I was carrying a baby doll with a medical play preparation kit down the hall, someone remarked how natural I looked carrying the baby.
My heart broke a little bit...
with a combination of old, dull hurts and a seemingly semi-silly longing.
And I wonder if I am getting better at hiding it.
It has been suggested that I take it as a compliment and that people only mean well. But it still doesn't take away the initial sting. It takes a conscious effort to pause, breathe and mentally let it pass as it is replaced by a drifting, distant sadness where I try to feign normalcy.