SELENA GOMEZ OPENS UP ABOUT HER STRUGGLE WITH MOTHERHOOD: A DEVASTATING REVELATION

Selena Gomez recently opened up about a very personal issue she’s facing with her dreams of becoming a mother. She revealed that due to past health problems, she is unable to carry her own children. These complications could put both her life and the baby’s life at risk.

In a recent interview, the 32-year-old singer and actress spoke candidly about coming to terms with her situation. She discussed the difficult journey of accepting alternative ways to become a mother, like surrogacy or adoption.

Family has always been important to Selena Gomez, and she has openly talked about her wish to have children. As a godmother to her cousin Priscilla’s two kids, she has experienced both the joys and difficulties of parenting.

However, these experiences have also highlighted her own struggles. In a heartfelt interview with Vanity Fair, Gomez shared, “I haven’t ever said this, but I unfortunately can’t carry my own children. I have a lot of medical issues that would put my life and the baby’s in danger. I had to grieve this for a while.”

Though it was upsetting for her, Selena seemed to have found peace. “It’s not necessarily the way I envisioned it,” she said. “I thought it would happen the way it does for everyone. But I’m in a much better place now. I see it as a blessing that there are amazing people willing to help through surrogacy or adoption, which are both great options for me.”

The singer is excited about becoming a mother, no matter how it happens. “At the end of the day, I don’t care. It’ll be mine. It’ll be my baby,” she added.

Over the years, Selena Gomez has been open about her health struggles that make pregnancy too risky for her. In 2015, she revealed that she had lupus, an autoimmune disease, and had to undergo chemotherapy. She took a break from her career because her condition was so severe.

A year later, Gomez also talked about the mental health challenges caused by her lupus, including anxiety, panic attacks, and depression. She shared with People that dealing with these issues brought its own set of “challenges.”

Because of her health issues, Selena Gomez had to take more time off from her career to focus on her well-being. Despite these efforts, her struggles continued. In 2017, Gomez underwent a life-saving kidney transplant, with the kidney donated by her close friend, Francia Raisa.

She publicly expressed her gratitude to Raisa and her medical team for their support during this challenging time. On Instagram, Gomez wrote, “I am incredibly blessed. I love you so much, sis.”

Unfortunately, Selena Gomez’s challenges didn’t stop there. In 2020, she shared that she has bipolar disorder. During an Instagram chat with Miley Cyrus, Gomez talked about how understanding her condition helped her feel less scared.

“It doesn’t scare me once I know it,” Gomez explained. She said that learning more about her mental health issues allowed her to take charge of her own story.

These health challenges have certainly shaped Selena Gomez’s outlook on life and her future plans, which now include her relationship with music producer Benny Blanco.

Initially friends and collaborators on hits like “Same Old Love” and “I Can’t Get Enough,” Gomez and Blanco began dating in 2023. Their relationship has since grown into a publicly affectionate and supportive partnership.

Although Gomez’s journey is deeply personal, her willingness to share her struggles has touched many people. Her revelation led to a wave of empathy and support from fans and online users. One fan commented, “That’s sad for her, but she definitely has options, and she’ll make a great mom someday!”

Our Dad Asked the Whole Family to Buy Mom Kitchen Utensils for Christmas as She’s a ‘Horrible Cook’ — We Decided to Outplay Him

When my brother and I overheard Dad calling Mom “lazy” and mocking her cooking, we knew we couldn’t let it slide. What started as a Christmas gift list turned into a clever plot to teach him a lesson he’d never forget.

I never thought I’d say this, but my family’s Christmas this year felt straight out of a sitcom, except, you know, the kind that makes you grind your teeth first.

A smiling young girl sitting in her room | Source: Midjourney

A smiling young girl sitting in her room | Source: Midjourney

My name’s Stella, I’m fourteen, and my life’s a mix of biology homework, arguing with my sixteen-year-old brother Seth, and trying to keep my sneakers white in a house that’s spotless only because Mom makes sure of it.

My mom is the glue holding us together. She works full-time, does all the laundry and house-cleaning, and still finds the energy to help Seth with his physics projects that, let’s face it, are basically black holes with glitter glue.

A tired-looking woman sits down to rest after doing the house chores | Source: Midjourney

A tired-looking woman sits down to rest after doing the house chores | Source: Midjourney

Dad, on the other hand, considers himself the “man of the house,” which is just a fancy title for doing nothing and watching old action movies. I’m not saying I don’t love him—I do—but he’s a “feet-up, channel-surfing, and passing-commentary-on-everything” kind of guy.

But then Christmas happened, and now Seth and I can’t forget what we heard.

It was two weeks before Christmas, and Seth and I were sneaking through the hallway looking for Mom’s stash of wrapped presents.

Beautifully wrapped Christmas gifts with festive ribbons | Source: Pexels

Beautifully wrapped Christmas gifts with festive ribbons | Source: Pexels

Instead, we caught Dad on the phone with his brother, Uncle Nick. His voice was loud enough to carry through the closed door.

“What to get, Lily?” Dad said, laughing like he was sharing a joke. “Bro, only kitchen stuff. Mixers, blenders, utensils—you know, stuff that’ll make her actually useful in the kitchen. She’s soooo lazy in there.”

I felt my stomach twist. Lazy? Was he kidding? Mom barely sits down. Seth shot me a glance, his jaw clenched. He whispered, “Dad can’t be serious.”

A teenage boy looks surprised and upset | Source: Midjourney

A teenage boy looks surprised and upset | Source: Midjourney

But Dad wasn’t done. “I’m just saying, if she had better gadgets, maybe she wouldn’t be such a horrible cook. It’s not like she’s great at it anyway.”

It felt like the world had tilted sideways. Seth and I weren’t the type to agree on much, but in that moment, we didn’t need words. We had a plan before we even left the hallway.

On Christmas morning, the living room smelled like pine and cookies. Mom had been up since dawn baking, her hair tied in that messy bun she swore was “practical” but always looked perfect.

A closeup shot of a woman decorating a home-backed cupcake with cream | Source: Pexels

A closeup shot of a woman decorating a home-backed cupcake with cream | Source: Pexels

She kept refilling the coffee pot and handing out mugs while Dad lounged by the fire, sipping his hot chocolate like he hadn’t just insulted her existence two weeks ago.

The whole family of 12—grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles—sat in a circle by the tree. Seth and I perched on the couch, biting our lips to keep from grinning too early. One by one, the gifts were unwrapped. The usual stuff: socks, gift cards, and ugly sweaters that no one wanted but everyone pretended to love.

A closeup shot of a woman holding Christmas socks lying a red gift box | Source: Pexels

A closeup shot of a woman holding Christmas socks lying a red gift box | Source: Pexels

Then it was Dad’s turn.

Aunt Patricia handed him the first box. “This one’s from me, Tanner,” she said with a sweet smile.

Dad tore off the paper and blinked. “Oh. A fishing rod. Nice.”

“It’s not just nice—it’s top of the line,” Aunt Patricia said, grinning widely “Thought you’d love it.”

Dad chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah… I do. Thanks.”

But then Seth passed him another box. “Here, Dad. From me.”

Another fishing rod. Dad frowned but forced a smile. “Uh… thanks, son. Really thoughtful.”

A man forcing a smile | Source: Midjourney

A man forcing a smile | Source: Midjourney

I handed him mine next. “Merry Christmas, Dad!” I chirped, sounding as innocent as possible.

He unwrapped it slowly, probably hoping for a wallet or something practical.

His face fell. “Another one?” He laughed nervously. “Wow. Three is a charm, huh?”

Uncle Nick was next, followed by Aunt Claire and even Grandpa. Each gift was the same: a fishing rod. By the time the fifth one was opened, Dad’s smile had turned into a twitching scowl.

“Wait a minute,” he said, his voice rising. “What the hell is this? Fishing rods? Who needs this many fishing rods?”

A closeup shots of fishing rods lying in a living room | Source: Midjourney

A closeup shots of fishing rods lying in a living room | Source: Midjourney

Meanwhile, Mom’s laughter echoed through the living room as she unwrapped the beautifully wrapped designer purse. Seth and I watched as her face lit up, glowing as brightly as the Christmas lights strung around the room.

“Oh my gosh, this purse is beautiful! How did you all know I wanted it?” she asked, running her fingers over the smooth leather.

Uncle Nick grinned from his spot near the fireplace. “We had help. The kids sent us a wishlist.”

A man grins while looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

A man grins while looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

Mom’s eyes widened, and for a moment, she looked like she might cry. “You two did this?” she whispered, glancing between me and Seth.

We nodded in unison, trying to keep our cool. Seth shrugged, but his grin gave him away. “You deserve it, Mom.”

Her voice broke a little. “Thank you. Both of you. This is the best Christmas I’ve had in years.”

A woman gets happy and emotional while being surrounded by Christmas presents | Source: Midjourney

A woman gets happy and emotional while being surrounded by Christmas presents | Source: Midjourney

I won’t lie, hearing her say that made every second of planning worth it.

Rewind to two weeks ago. Seth and I were furious after overhearing Dad call Mom “lazy” and a “horrible cook.” It was like a switch flipped inside us. That night, we stayed up in Seth’s room, sketching out what we called “Operation Outplay.”

“Okay,” I said, pacing his cluttered room. “First, we need to stop this kitchen gadget nonsense. Mom doesn’t even like cooking; she does it because she has to.”

A thoughtful young girl | Source: Midjourney

A thoughtful young girl | Source: Midjourney

Seth leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “And then we make Dad eat his words. Literally, if we can.”

I smirked. “Let’s start with an email.”

Together, we drafted a message to every family member who had planned to join us for Christmas. The email was simple but clear:

“Hi, this is Stella and Seth. We need your help to make this Christmas special for Mom. Dad asked you to get her kitchen stuff, but we think she deserves better. Here’s a wishlist of gifts she’ll actually love and cherish…”

A young girl smiles while using her laptop | Source: Midjourney

A young girl smiles while using her laptop | Source: Midjourney

We listed things Mom had quietly admired but never bought for herself: that designer bag she had been longing to buy for as long as we could remember, a spa day gift card, her favorite skincare products, a personalized necklace with our names engraved, and the cozy reading chair she’d been eyeing for her tiny library.

We added one final touch. “Instead of getting Dad what he asked for, please buy him fishing rods. As many as possible. Trust us—it’s part of the plan.”

A young girl smiling triumphantly | Source: Midjourney

A young girl smiling triumphantly | Source: Midjourney

The responses rolled in almost immediately. Aunt Patricia wrote back, “Count me in! Lily works so hard, and I’m happy to help.” Grandpa added, “Fishing rod it is. This will be fun!” By the end of the week, every family member was on board.

***

Fast forward to Christmas morning. After Dad’s meltdown over the mountain of fishing rods, Mom’s gifts kept coming. The personalized necklace brought tears to her eyes. “It’s beautiful,” she said, clutching it to her chest. “Thank you, everyone.”

A heart-shaped necklace with the initials "SS" engraved on it | Source: Midjourney

A heart-shaped necklace with the initials “SS” engraved on it | Source: Midjourney

Seth handed her the next box, a spa day gift card. “You need a break, Mom. Go get pampered for once.”

She laughed through her tears. “You two are amazing.”

Meanwhile, Dad was fuming in his armchair, surrounded by his growing pile of fishing rods. His face was a blend of confusion and annoyance. “Will someone please tell me what this nonsense is? Fishing rods? Like, seriously? I don’t even fish!”

Uncle Nick leaned forward, grinning. “We thought you’d want to start, dear brother. You know, since Lily puts so much effort into cooking for you.”

A mean grinning widely | Source: Midjourney

A mean grinning widely | Source: Midjourney

That was the spark that lit the fire.

“This is ridiculous!” Dad snapped, his voice rising. “Where’s all the stuff I told you to get for Lily? The kitchen gadgets? She needs those!”

Mom froze, her smile fading. “You told everyone to get me kitchen stuff?” she asked, her tone sharp.

Seth crossed his arms. “Yeah, Dad said you were ‘lazy in the kitchen’ and needed gadgets to cook faster. We figured you deserved better.”

Dad’s face turned a deep shade of red. “You two—! That’s not what I meant!”

An angry man | Source: Midjourney

An angry man | Source: Midjourney

“Oh really, Dad?” Seth shot back. “Because it sure sounded like that when you were whining to Uncle Nick about how Mom’s ‘too tired to cook for you.’”

The room went silent. All eyes were on Dad.

Mom’s voice trembled, but it wasn’t from sadness, it was anger. “So, all this time, you’ve been complaining about me behind my back? And the kids had to step in because you couldn’t appreciate me? You’re impossible, Tanner!”

Dad stammered, “I—I was joking!”

“That’s funny,” Mom said, crossing her arms. “Because I’m not laughing.”

An upset woman standing with her arms crossed | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman standing with her arms crossed | Source: Midjourney

Seth leaned toward me and whispered, “Mom’s about to go nuclear.”

“Good,” I whispered back.

Mom stood, grabbed one of the fishing rods, and placed it firmly in Dad’s lap. “Here. You’ll have plenty of time to ‘joke’ while you’re learning to fish with your new toys.”

Dad opened his mouth to argue but thought better of it. He slumped back in his chair, defeated.

A man sitting back in his chair looking defeated | Source: Midjourney

A man sitting back in his chair looking defeated | Source: Midjourney

The rest of the day was perfect. Mom basked in the love and attention from everyone, while Dad sulked in the corner. That evening, as the chaos died down, Mom pulled Seth and me into a tight hug.

“You two have no idea how much this means to me,” she said softly. “I don’t need fancy things, but knowing you see how hard I work—it’s everything.”

“Of course we see it, Mom,” I said. “We just wanted you to know that we appreciate you. For everything that you’ve done for us.”

A young girl smiling softly | Source: Midjourney

A young girl smiling softly | Source: Midjourney

Seth added, “And we wanted Dad to realize it too. He’ll think twice before calling you lazy again.”

Mom laughed, wiping her eyes. “Gosh! I love you both so much! You are the best. And your plan? Genius. I’m so proud of you, Seth and Stella.”

And the fishing rods? Let’s just say they weren’t gifts; they were a lesson. One Dad wouldn’t forget anytime soon. For starters, he never dared call Mom “lazy” again. Safe to say, our plan worked better than we could’ve hoped, don’t you think?

A teenage boy and girl smile triumphantly | Source: Midjourney

A teenage boy and girl smile triumphantly | Source: Midjourney

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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