There are some men, particularly protective brothers in Christ, who look at me with understanding in their eyes but say nothing. They simply act.
They put their baby in my arms before I can say no.
They walk into the kitchen at their child’s birthday party to silently check on me.
They hug me hard after church on Christmas Eve before I drive home to my own, childless house.
They hand me a gift bag of homemade candy on Mother’s Day.
They drive me to far-away presentations.
They stand at my side and put a comforting hand on my shoulder when IVF death statistics are read aloud at conferences.
They travel across state borders to attend a roundtable discussion on IVF and embryo adoption.
They buy a copy of He Remembers the Barren and read it.
They pray for me.
Truth be told, these men are princely, white knights to this barren damsel in distress, and I am so grateful. Thank you, silent men, for everything you do.