If you love your child and don’t know where to put that love right now — pause here.

This is a quiet place for mothers grieving a living child.
No explanations required. No fixing expected.

You don’t have to make sense of this to be allowed here.

There is a kind of grief that doesn’t come with funerals or casseroles.
It doesn’t resolve. It doesn’t move in stages.
And it often has no socially acceptable language.If you are loving your child from a distance — by circumstance, choice, rupture, or silence — this page is for you.You are not failing at motherhood.
You are carrying something that was never meant to be carried alone.

You’re allowed.-You’re allowed to love your child without access to them.
-You’re allowed to miss who they were and who they are.
-You’re allowed to feel grief without knowing what to do with it.
-You’re allowed to protect your privacy while honoring your heart.
-You’re allowed to stop explaining your motherhood to people who don’t understand it.
-You’re allowed to hold hope and boundaries at the same time.Nothing about this disqualifies you from being a mother.

Some losses don’t end.
They change shape.This isn’t about “moving on” or “letting go.”
It’s about learning how to live while carrying love that has nowhere to land right now.That kind of love doesn’t disappear.
It waits. It aches. It learns new forms.And you don’t have to rush that process.

What this space is-A pause.
-A place to breathe without being corrected.
-A place where your dignity stays intact.What this space is not-It is not a place to analyze your child.-It is not a place to argue timelines or outcomes.-It is not a place where you have to tell your story to earn compassion.-It is not a place where love is measured by proximity.

A moment, if you want itPlace one hand on your chest.
Take one slow breath.Silently name this sentence:
“I can love my child and still take care of myself.”That’s enough.

If you stay here for a moment, that counts.
If you come back later, that counts.
If you never tell anyone you were here, that counts too.You are allowed to love from a distance without shame.

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