Motherhood will never be the *only* great sacrifice.
They say grief comes in waves. And I believe that.
I also think healing comes in waves.
Anyone who has grieved knows you don’t just “move on.”
Here are some words we can say instead.
Fog lifts. Dawn comes. Storms lead the way to spring.
One day, you’ll see the dust.
And it’s no small thing to be able to do the little things again.