Scenes from my Surrogacies: A Memoir in the Making

And so it was set - my mother insisted that we throw a party. An “easy” party.

Which was easy for her to say. My kids were ages three, four and six and we were just coming out of the stage of life where every meal was a circus and the odds of them having a meltdown were just slightly less than the odds of them holding their shit together.  And although the kids had met my intended parents several times already and liked them, they were still shy by nature and easily overwhelmed. And I would naturally be the center of attention, the one person who drew two these three families together – families who otherwise never would have crossed paths. Given that, could I meet the needs of my young children, in a potentially overwhelming situation right in their own home, while also being a gracious hostess?