Oh my daughter, you make me laugh — you’re seriously so funny right now. You also sometimes make me crazy if we’re being honest and shouldn’t we be honest? You always, always make my heart burst and sometimes I’m still surprised by the force of it. You made me a mother and I’ll always be forever changed by, thankful for and proud to hold the title of “Juniper’s momma.” I’m also so thankful for the momma who raised me (practically wrote her a book of a mother’s day card this year 😂) and the momma who raised her and the momma who raised my dad and the mother friends I have around me who I learn so much from each and every day and therefore the mothers that raised THEM and the list could go on and on and on and on. What a crazy important and weighty job it is, that touches so many people down so many different paths reaching farther than we can imagine.
I’m thankful for the two lives that made me a mother again last February and then again last September, but lives that I never got to see or hold or carry past 11 weeks. Those lives changed me too, more than I ever imagined possible. I’ve read it a lot today — people acknowledging those women who desperately long to be moms or have lost children and so badly want to hold them in their arms today. I acknowledge you too. I acknowledge your pain (not just today but perhaps especially today, and also the days that you weren’t prepared for but the pain came at you out of nowhere), and how both the life and the grief have changed you and shaped you in more ways than you knew was possible.
May we all know and celebrate a mother around us, whether it be someone related by blood or by choice or simply by admiration for how they’ve molded someone else you adore ❤️ #myjuniperclementine