Still a Mother: A reflection for Bereaved Mother’s Day

Still a Mother:

A reflection for Bereaved Mother’s Day

5.3.2026

18 - a personal blog

There are days the world recognizes - and then there are days you don’t know exist until they become part of your story.

Bereaved Mother’s Day is one of those days.

A quiet day. A sacred one. A day that doesn’t always come with flowers or celebration, but deserves to be held with just as much honor.

Today, I find myself sitting in the space between grief and love.

Holding both.

Feeling both.

Living both.

Because this kind of motherhood doesn’t disappear. It doesn’t end. It just changes shape.

Today, I hold space for the kind of motherhood the world doesn’t always see. The motherhood that lives in memory. In whispered names. In quiet moments when everything slows down and your heart remembers what your arms still long for.

I am Ivy’s mom.

Not “was.”

Not “almost.”

Not something separate or less than.

I am her mother.

And I always will be.

And if you are walking this path too - if you have ever loved a baby you couldn’t keep, if you carry a name in your heart that the world doesn’t hear often enough -

You are a mother too.

Your baby mattered.

Your love matters.

Your story matters.

There is no right way to carry today.

Maybe it feels heavy. Maybe it feels quiet. Maybe it feels like love and heartbreak existing in the same breath.

All of that is allowed.

All of that is real.

Just know this: You are not forgotten. You are not alone. And you are still a mother.

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I miss you, and I love you, my sweet Ivy girl.

Thank you for making me a mommy!

From Ivy’s Branch,

If this day touches your heart too, I’m holding space for you today.