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Cherishing My Mother, My Anchor
In moments of distress, confusion, and uncertainty, my mom would always ask, “What’s the worst that could happen?” This has been my mantra for as long as I can remember, a phrase that guided me through life’s challenges.
But now, it feels like the worst has truly occurred. She is gone. My mom has passed away. Writing those words is a gut-wrenching experience, each letter echoing the profound loss.
And when I’m lost, who do I typically call? My mom. But today, there’s silence on the other end of the line. So, I turn to my usual coping methods: searching for answers and seeking solace in words.
My mom has left this world. The person I’d reach out to at least twice a day for chats filled with laughter, tears, or simply sharing the mundane.
My mom has departed. The one who stood beside me through every storm, who welcomed her grandchildren into the world with endless love and open arms.
My mom has passed. The one who threw me a lifeline on those days when my kids pushed me to the edge of sanity.
My mom is gone. The person who read every single post I wrote for my parenting blog, who listened to my woes without ever saying, “I told you so,” or teasing me about my struggles.
My mom has left. The one who was genuinely interested in every detail of my children’s lives, from the color of their diapers to the relief I felt when they finally drifted off to sleep.
My mom is no longer here. She was always my biggest cheerleader, even when my ideas about parenting and changing the world seemed downright silly.
My mom has gone. She would show up with a delicious dinner on nights when I could barely manage to make sandwiches.
My mom is no longer with us. To my kids, she’ll always be the grandmother who didn’t yell, never said no to treats, and had the answers to all their problems.
My mom has departed. The one who beamed with pride at every school event, flowers in hand, celebrating her grandkids’ achievements.
My mom is gone. She had a unique way of snapping me back to reality when I drowned in self-doubt or anxiety.
My mom has left this world. She could sense my need for a break before I even knew it, always offering her help without hesitation.
My mom is no longer here. She had this incredible ability to lift me up after the toughest days, reminding me that I could stand strong.
My mom has passed away. The one who knew my questions before I even spoke them, who understood my emotional waves before I recognized them myself.
My mom is gone. She gave me the strength to live boldly, love deeply, and make my mark in the world.
My mom taught me everything needed to navigate this life—except how to do so without her.
In sharing these thoughts, I hope to honor my mother by reaching out to others who may be experiencing similar grief. If you’re a mother navigating life without yours, know that you’re not alone. For more guidance on home insemination and motherhood, check out this insightful blog post.
Summary:
Lila Brooks reflects on the profound loss of her mother, sharing cherished memories and the lessons she learned from her. Through her grief, Lila aims to connect with other mothers facing similar experiences, offering hope and solidarity.