ReflectionWhen Love Is Still There, But Access Is Gone
Loving someone and being allowed near them are not the same thing. What do you do with love that has nowhere left to go?
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A quiet place for the conversations that do not fit neatly inside a chapter: motherhood, estrangement, accountability, adult children, grandchildren, forgiveness, boundaries, grief, and the uncomfortable truths we sometimes have to sit with before healing can begin.
Some thoughts deserve more than a caption. They deserve room to breathe.

These reflections are not lessons from someone who has figured everything out. They are conversations from a woman still asking questions, still looking at old memories from new angles, and still learning that truth can hurt and heal in the same breath. Some entries may comfort you. Some may challenge you. Some may make you angry. And some may sound so familiar that you have to put the phone down for a minute.
ReflectionLoving someone and being allowed near them are not the same thing. What do you do with love that has nowhere left to go?
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ReflectionIntention and impact are not the same conversation. What happens when you know you tried, and it still wasn't enough?
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ReflectionThey inherited a silence they had no hand in creating. What do we owe the generation that's just now old enough to ask why?
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ReflectionYou can forgive someone completely and still decide the relationship cannot return to what it was.
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ReflectionWhat does a person become when love was always something they watched other people receive?
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ReflectionThere are things mothers are not supposed to say. This may be one of them.
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ReflectionWhat exactly are you trying to get back to?
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ReflectionWhat happens when they need what you provide, but still do not want the relationship?
READ THE REFLECTION →Sometimes the hardest truth
is the one that does not make anybody completely innocent or completely guilty.
That is usually where the real conversation begins.