Behind The Mom Mask
“Finding strength in the stories we hide.”
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I was 18 when I said “I do.” Bright-eyed, naïve, and convinced that love alone could carry us through whatever storms came our way. For a while, it felt like it might. But what no one tells you when you’re that young is that people grow and sometimes, they don’t grow together. By 25, I…
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I’ve been sitting here for weeks trying to find the right words. Words that could capture the heart of this friendship, the beauty of it, the way it’s carried you through some of the best and hardest years of your young lives. I’ve started and stopped, written and erased, because how do you sum up…
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There’s something about that sentence that hits me differently now that my kids are growing up. It’s simple, almost too simple but it holds a truth that I didn’t get to experience when I was young. When I was coming of age, “exploration” wasn’t something I was encouraged to do. My world was small, safe,…
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There comes a point in every parent’s journey when you realize the scraped knees and broken toys were the easy things to mend. A kiss on the forehead, a new set of batteries, a Band-Aid with cartoon characters those small acts of repair felt like magic. You could swoop in, and in a matter of…
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There are a thousand things I could say to soften this, but the truth is I’m scared. Not just a little worried, not just occasionally anxious. No, I mean the kind of fear that wakes you up in the middle of the night and sits heavy on your chest. The kind that whispers in your…
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There’s a misconception we don’t talk about enough the idea that parents only start grieving when their children “leave the nest.” As if it’s a single moment marked by a suitcase by the door, a tearful goodbye in a dorm room, or a handoff at the end of a wedding aisle. As if love has…
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I’ve noticed something about myself that’s hard to admit out loud especially when people already call me “too emotional,” or say I feel too deeply, or that I’m always “trying to make everything about me.” But this truth keeps rising to the surface, and I think it’s time I stopped pushing it back down. Somewhere…
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My Sweet Girl, There are moments in life when the words we need just don’t seem to exist when everything feels too heavy, too raw, too final. This is one of those moments. A chapter has closed. Not like the ones before, when there was still a sliver of hope or a light flickering at…
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Life doesn’t hand out guarantees. No matter how much we plan, prepare, pray, or push, there will be chapters of our story that unravel in ways we never saw coming. That’s one of the hardest truths I’ve had to accept—not just for myself, but even more so when watching my children face disappointments that feel…
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To My Son, Watching you on the ice has taught me just as much about life as it’s taught you. The way you lace up, step onto that cold surface, and give everything you have — it speaks volumes about who you are and who you’re becoming. I see the determination in your eyes when…
