Embracing My Past, Stepping Into My Future
Today, many people will post glowing tributes to their mothers. Photos, flowers, gratitude, memories. And those mothers—they deserve to be celebrated. The ones who nurtured, protected, and loved with everything they had.
But there’s another side of Mother’s Day we don’t often talk about.
This is for the ones who never had that kind of mother.
Not because she passed away. Not because she placed them for adoption. But because the woman who gave birth to them simply never gave them love.
Some of us grew up in homes where love was a word used like a weapon—or not used at all. Where silence hurt just as much as shouting. Where the person who was supposed to protect you was the one causing the pain.
I once met a young boy in a mental hospital. Quiet, withdrawn. Until one day, he started to cry—and I knew why. When he finally shared what his mother had done to him, it broke something in me. This was over thirty years ago, back when people didn’t talk about abuse—especially not abuse like that. He didn’t want it. He didn’t ask for it. But she was his mom, and deep down, he still needed her to love him.
He lives in my memory to this day. I don’t know if he made it.
I think of my brother John, who was adopted and later became terminally ill. His only hope was a blood relative. I found his birth mother, but when he visited her, she said, “If I gave a damn about you, I wouldn’t have given you up.” He died not just from illness, but from that wound too.
So today, while we honor the incredible women who earned the name “Mom,” let’s also speak this truth:
Not every mother deserves the title.
But every child deserves to be loved.
To the ones who were hurt by the very person who should have held them—you are not forgotten.
You are not invisible.
And you didn’t deserve what happened to you.
I see you.
🌿 Blessing for the Unseen, the Unheard, the Unbroken
May you find comfort in knowing you are not alone.
May the love you never received flow into your life in unexpected ways.
May the ache of what wasn’t be softened by the beauty of what can still be.
May you release what was never yours to carry.
And may you always remember:
You are worthy.
You are seen.
You are loved.
Exactly as you are.
Grace Through Healing 