GrievingMother's

07/17/2025

When the anniversary of a loved one's death comes around, it can feel like your heart remembers more than your mind can hold. The world may keep moving, unaware, but inside you, everything still aches. On days like this, give yourself permission to pause. You don’t have to be okay. You don’t have to 'move on.' You only need to breathe through one moment at a time. Light a candle. Speak their name. Cry if you must. Smile if you can. Do something that connects you to them: a favorite song, a shared memory, a walk in a place they loved. Let it be a day of tenderness, not pressure.

As the years go by, others may expect your grief to fade, to tidy itself, to take up less room. They may stop mentioning your loved one, or wonder quietly (or aloud) why this date still hurts. Remember: grief does not obey the calendar. Love does not expire. You are allowed to honor this day in whatever way feels true, whether it’s the first year or the twentieth. You do not have to listen when someone else’s comfort asks you to silence your heart. This is your relationship, your remembering, your way.

Grief isn’t something to fix. It’s something we learn to carry, with time, with love, with grace. And though it cuts, it also carves: space for deeper compassion, understanding, and presence. Know that what feels broken is also a doorway, to remembering, to healing, to holding them close in a new way. You are not alone in this.

Writer: Grieving Healing

Artist: Unknown

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07/17/2025

Do you remember the day you became a mom?

The day you met your child for the first time.
Your tiny little human. Squished and alien and bloody. Warm and wet and wrinkly.
The very same little human that you had stroked and spoken to for 9 months.
Whom you had felt hiccuping and kicking and twirling inside of you.
Who looked nothing like you had imagined and yet, somehow, looked immediately familiar.

Your baby. Your daughter.
Who seemed so foreign and fragile in your arms.
You didn’t know how to hold her.
Or talk to her and touch her.
You didn’t feel like you knew anything at all.

Everything was new. And scary. And wonderful. And achy. And confusing.

Feeling strangely carefree about your exposed, naked, bloody body in a room full of strangers.
Feeling in awe of and so very grateful to the nurses who discretely cleaned you up, placed you in padded netted underwear, cleared away bloody towels and covered you both in warm blankets.
Feeling utterly exhausted, but also high as a kite.
Feeling scared and worried and full of self-doubt.
Feeling awe and pride and blessed.

You had expected that you would immediately feel different.
That officially becoming a mother meant that you would feel like one too.
And know just what to do.
And just how to do it.

You had expected that you would be overwhelmed by love at first sight.
That you would somehow recognize your baby despite never having met her before.

But it wasn’t like that at all.
If anything, all the things you thought you knew evaporated and were replaced by millions of things you didn’t.

And life as you knew it did change completely and ridiculously.
And you changed right along with it.
In the most beautiful way.

It all started the day you became a mom.
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07/15/2025

The last trip... A time for reflection, a moment to cherish memories, and a chance to look back on the journey that has passed.

The last trip is a reminder that every journey must come to an end, but the memories and experiences we gather along the way will stay with us forever.

It's a time to think about the miles traveled, the sights seen, the people met, and the lessons learned. A time to smile at the triumphs and laugh at the mishaps.

As we pack away the souvenirs and say goodbye to the places we've grown to love, we know that a part of us will always remain connected to the journey we've been on.

And so, we carry the memories of our last trip with us, like a treasured keepsake, and look forward to the next adventure that awaits us on the horizon.

~ 𝓙𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮 ©️

07/10/2025

Grief is how we come to terms with our new reality. It’s the process in which the old is mourned and released, and the new is accepted and assimilated into what’s new. Without proper grieving, you will be forever stuck in the in-between — struggling with the loss but never accepting the new life you live in.

07/10/2025

When one grieving parent hurts,
We all feel it. Praying for Texas!

07/10/2025

I hide my tears
when I say your name
But the pain in my heart
is still the same

The world is dimmer,
and the silence echos louder
without your laughter and warmth

I carry you with me,
in each beat of my heart ,
as a guiding light that
never fades

And though
the tears may fall,
they are a testament
to the enduring bond
that will never sever

Missing you so much ~
On earth and in Heaven

Until we meet again …

Helen Lapierre
Hello to Heaven

07/09/2025

Let's welcome our new members: a group that no one wants to belong to. I'm sorry you're here, but this is a safe place to share your grief, your memories, and your words of encouragement. Peace to you all.-Jeremy's Mom-Barbara

07/06/2025

Moms are always apologizing.⁣
We apologize more than anyone.⁣
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We apologize when we can’t breastfeed and feel the need to explain why⁣
𝘢𝘯𝘥 for every other parenting decision that doesn’t fit the mold. ⁣
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We apologize when we can't be PTA parents because we may have younger children at home, work full-time, or have other commitments.⁣
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We apologize when our child’s behavior doesn't fit the "norm," like if they have difficulty separating or ADHD.⁣
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We apologize if we need a break and for our messy house.⁣
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We apologize for our body’s not looking a certain way.⁣
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We apologize for not signing our children up for the status quo number of afterschool activities.⁣
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As moms,⁣
we’re constantly apologizing about everything and anything,⁣
because that’s what we’re taught to do as women⁣
when we don’t meet an impossible set of standards.⁣
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But we should never apologize for 𝘰𝘶𝘳 beliefs,⁣
𝘰𝘶𝘳 choices,⁣
and the challenges 𝘸𝘦 face as a family.⁣
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Plus, no matter how much we say “sorry,” there will always be someone who won’t agree with our decisions.⁣
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𝐒𝐨, 𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐬.⁣
𝐍𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲.⁣
𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫.⁣

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02/02/2025

Keeping the families and everyone involved in our thoughts and prayers. 🙏