Sit With Me Awhile

Some days my son has no idea that he is part of my healing.

To him, I’m just Mom.

The one who makes breakfast.
The one who ties shoes.
The one who listens to long stories about things that feel very important in the moment.

But there have been days when his small voice or quiet laughter reminded me that life was still moving forward.

When heartbreak first settles in, everything can feel frozen.
Time moves, but your heart feels stuck in the same place.

And yet children don’t live there.

They live in the present moment.

They ask questions.
They laugh at things adults forget to notice.
They still see the world as something full of possibility.

There were mornings when I didn’t feel strong.

But he would come running into the room with energy I couldn’t ignore.

And somehow, without even trying, he would pull me back into the day.

We would go for walks.
We would sit together watching cartoons.
We would laugh about something small and silly.

Those moments didn’t erase the pain.

But they reminded me that life was still happening around me.

Healing isn’t always dramatic.

Sometimes it looks like making pancakes together.
Sometimes it looks like sitting on the floor building something out of blocks.

Sometimes it looks like watching your child exist so fully in the present that you remember how to breathe again.

Children have a quiet way of anchoring us to what matters most.

They don’t ask us to be perfect.
They don’t need us to have every answer.

They just need us to show up.

And some days, showing up is the bravest thing a parent can do.

My son may never know how many days he helped me take one more step forward.

But one day, when he’s older, I hope he understands something important.

That even during the hardest seasons of life, love was still growing in the middle of it.

And sometimes the smallest hands can help guide us back to ourselves.