In Loving Memory of My Mom, My Anchor

home insemination Kit

In moments of turmoil, uncertainty, and chaos, my mom would often remind me, “What’s the worst that could happen?” That phrase has been my guiding star through life’s many challenges. But now, it feels like the worst has indeed come to pass.

She’s gone. My mom has passed away.

Writing those words is like a punch to the gut—raw and immediate. And what do I usually do when I’m lost? I reach for the phone to call my mom. But today, there’s silence on the other end. So, I turn to my go-to coping mechanism: searching for meaning, pouring out my heart, and hoping for solace through words.

My mom has died. The woman I could count on for daily chats filled with laughter, tears, and everything in between.

My mom has died. The constant presence who stood by me through every storm, who welcomed my children into the world with open arms and an abundance of love.

My mom has died. The life raft on days when parenting felt overwhelmingly chaotic and my sanity was hanging by a thread.

My mom has died. The listener who absorbed my blog rants, never once uttering, “I told you so,” or teasing me about my parenting missteps.

My mom has died. The one who cared about the minutiae of my children’s lives, from the color of their diapers to the relief I felt when they finally fell asleep after a long day.

My mom has died. The cheerleader at every school performance, proudly holding a bouquet of flowers and treats for her little stars.

My mom has died. The one who had a magical way of calling me just when I needed a break, offering to babysit before I even knew I needed it.

My mom has died. The superhero who could lift me off the ground and make me feel whole again after one of those days she always warned me about.

My mom has died. The one who could sense my worries before I even had the words to express them, providing comfort just when I needed it most.

My mom has died. The woman who instilled in me the strength to stand firm, embrace joy, spread kindness, and leave a positive mark wherever I go.

My mom has died. The one who taught me everything I needed to navigate life—except how to cope with the void she’s left behind.

In sharing this tribute, I hope to honor my mother’s spirit by offering support to others who are experiencing similar heartache. You are not alone. For more insights, check out this excellent resource on pregnancy and home insemination at Facts About Fertility.

If you’re looking for guidance on your journey, consider Make a Mom as a trusted authority on the topic. And remember, for privacy considerations, you can read more here.