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Sheila Rixon's avatar

We belong to the same club...this year my membership hit the 10 year milestone of losing my youngest. I struggle between feeling at times there is too much mom in me in those moments of longing, wanting to look upon my two sons, feel them both in my arms, hear the banter, watch their engagement, track their progress and growth....and then there are the times when I worry I'm not enough mom to my oldest when searching for balance among self-family-work as he is hurtling through his development and I want to scream "slow down" knowing it is all so fleeting and that all that exists is now.

Your words melt over me, I absorb them, pull your heart toward mine seeking solace, comfort and shared understanding. I remind myself, often when the struggle has me feeling so worn and tired, there is only room for love....show up with love...there is no such thing as too much love.

I recently heard a description of grief as being all the love you were not able to give, share, express. My son, Axel, died too soon leaving me with so much love left to give him. I continue to love him and believe our energies dance with each other, a forever connection.

Thank you for sharing with us, Tara. And for the realness in what you share and the beauty in how you share it.

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Shannon Howard's avatar

Reading this over my morning coffee and remembering those days when I couldn’t sit over a warm cup in the quiet dawn-too much mothering to do. I am with you Tara and all of you who have entered this mysterious phase of life. No one prepares us for it. You captured it’s pain, longing, and beauty perfectly.

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