This past weekend I spent a day cleaning out our garage. I stumbled on a bin filled with my old journals. Stacked between my Hello Kitty journal from 1st grade and a series of dollar store composition books from my early 30’s was the beat up leather notebook I filled up in the months after Stevie passed away. I flipped through the[...]
Reading has played an invaluable role in my healing since navigating the loss of our 3 year old daughter, Stevie. I was able to retreat from the world that overwhelmed me into pages and pages filled by those who had found just the words to capture the jumbled feelings of my heart. I felt seen and understood and less alone. These b[...]
Stevie's arrival into our family seemed to also birth a softness and selflessness in both the boys. For the first time in their young lives, I watched Wes and Sawyer fill with the overwhelming need to put her happiness and comfort before their own. As a parent, this was the most magical maturation and transformation to witness. Wh[...]
Pain is universal. My pain is not meant to be measured or compared against another's. Pain is relative. My greatest pain is the same as your greatest pain. And when we stop treating pain like a spectrum and instead realize it's what has the power to connect and unify us, perhaps more than anything else...well, that's the day tha[...]
Words on Grief: Words I've read that have reached my soul. Words I've written, sharing my heart. Words I've repeated, as a sort of mantra for strength during the healing. Words I've shared in hopes that others in the trench of grief may be reminded that they are not alone. Follow more of my journey over at @littlemissmomma on Insta[...]
