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. 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.
Choosing presence means I’m there for the small moments, the hard questions, the emotional weather patterns that pass through little bodies trying to make sense of a big world with all it's expectations and that doesn’t always pay in cash but it pays in closeness. Closeness, I said. A currency I refuse to devalue.