Mommy

Dear Addie,

This week was rough, there’s really no better way to put it. Mentally and physically, it felt like there was no safe space to land, no moment of ease. Everything just felt off, like you couldn’t quite find your footing.

You wanted mommy.

Your GI system seemed to be revolting again, your energy completely drained, and all you wanted was me, your mom. That longing brought on tears, the kind that echoed the separation anxiety of preschool and kindergarten. But this time, it wasn’t a small child clinging to my leg. It was an almost fifteen-year-old, towering over me, silently letting crocodile tears fall, feverishly wiping them away as if ashamed that emotion had taken hold. Truly heartbreaking for anyone to witness.

You wanted mommy.

To you, I am your safe space, always have been, and always will be, until my very last breath. The place where you can feel all the feels without fear or judgment. A place where a single glance or shared silence can speak volumes. The space where a gentle touch offers comfort medicinally to the soul.

Addie, this week was tough, but even on your hardest days, never forget that you have an entire tribe standing behind you, ready to lift you up and carry you through. Always and forever, you are never alone, even when the world feels upside down.

Rest easy, sweet girl. Tomorrow is a fresh start, and with it comes new light.

I love you.

Mom