I grew up with my mom as my best friend and I wouldn’t change it for the world.
She’s still my best friend. She knows me in a way that no one else does and she’s my biggest fan. We’ve had our share of differences and heartbreaks, but no matter what, she’s the woman who gave me life and she never gave up on me.
This journey of mother healing isn’t about rewriting what’s already been. It’s about seeing her (and seeing myself), with gentler eyes. It’s about letting go of the old stories that said “mothering has to look like this” or “it should be perfect.” It’s about allowing the truth that it’s always been messy and fun and real and ours, just ours, it's sacred.
When I think about the way my mother has loved me through her own fears, her own healing, her own struggles, I see the power of resilience. I see how love can be soft and fierce at the same time and how being mothered by a woman who didn’t always have it easy has taught me to mother myself and my children with the utmost compassion, which, trust me, is really not always that easy.
Mother healing doesn’t happen in one conversation or one hug. It’s a slow reweaving of trust and tenderness. It’s a choice... to honour what we got, to honour what was missing and to keep choosing love anyway.
I’ll never stop treasuring my her. She’s the reminder that love, even when it’s complicated, is worth it. She's also a reminder that a relationship that has an equal energy exchange exists.
Now, as a mother myself, I know that the most powerful healing doesn’t come from being perfect, how boring. It comes from showing up, loving hard and learning to forgive ourselves along the way.
Love,
Keilah
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