Mason  🏃‍♂️ ✂️

When I met them, they were trying for children. I said I was really looking forward to being a mom one day. At one point, one of them suggested I get some fertility testing done, just to be safe. I took that advice, and… the results weren’t good. At all.

I’d only met them the one time, but I let them know that things hadn’t turned out the way I’d hoped. These people — **who had met me ONCE** — offered to host me in their home and help me through the process if I decided to pursue fertility preservation options.

So I did. I stayed in their guest bedroom, reeling hormonally. The protocol required 2-4 self-administered injections per day, and I was terrified of needles. So they gave me my shots — all of them. They brought me along to jam sessions & dinners so I wouldn’t miss my timed doses

They’ve started two separate entrepreneurial endeavors in entertainment tech and biotech, both of which are early-stage but garnering considerable interest in their niches. And they have two little girls now, who they absolutely dote on.

They have help, but they’ve still restructured their careers and projects around being present parents. They love them *so much.* They want to respect and foster whatever interests and talents they might manifest. They’re thrilled with their burgeoning personalities & differences

A few weeks ago, I visited them to get some much needed baby-time. As I was heading out, I mentioned that I was feeling less stressed about finding a way to have a family. I just have a sense that it’s going to work out, if I keep following this crazy thing I love. And she said:

“If you ever find yourself in a situation where you need somewhere to stay — and you have your baby, and you need a place for both of you — we’ll always have a place for you here. For however long. I just want you to know that.”

(I totally teared up writing this. What did I do to have people like this in my life?)