Motherhood, Memory & Momentum: The Healing Power of Everyday Moments

A soft reflection on what’s left behind when everything stops—motherhood, grief, job loss, and the quiet courage to begin again. Watch this visual poem where the ocean tells the story words alone can’t hold.

The Morning That Rewired Me 

It was a Friday morning in January, three days after I was let go.

The house was quiet—too quiet for how loud my thoughts were. I stood frozen in the kitchen, staring at Mimi’s leash, wondering how I was supposed to hold it all together for my sons.

We were leaving for a weekend in Santa Barbara—a trip I had promised them before everything fell apart.

I packed anyway.

I smiled anyway.

I showed up anyway. 

But I wasn’t okay. 

Each morning, I walked Mimi alone. I let her guide the pace. I gave myself 20 minutes to be angry—then 10 more to breathe. 

That simple act became my rhythm.

Before I even realized it, I was designing my healing blueprint—one mindful walk at a time.

I wasn’t just walking my dog. 

I was walking myself home. 

The moment that started it all—one quiet walk, one loyal witness, one small beginning.

What ordinary moment quietly became the beginning of your healing—even before you could name it?

What My Children Taught Me About Healing 

There’s a unique ache to parenting through adversity. You want to protect your children—but you don’t want to perform.

From January 15 to 18, I tried to process my grief in silence. I had no clear plan, just one quiet thought:

“We’ve got until August to figure this out.”

That weekend, sitting under soft lights after dinner, I told my sons the truth.

“You know how hard work has been. The truth I kept pushing finally set me free. I don’t have a job right now—but we’re okay. And I have an idea.”

My oldest—quiet and sharp—met my eyes and said, “You can do it.”

My youngest, all heart, wrapped his arms around me and whispered, “I know you will.”

They had already seen the cracks.

They had already felt the tension.

But that night, I didn’t pretend to be strong.

I led with truth.

These aren’t just my children. 

They’re my teammates on this motherhood journey.

And just like my mentor once led with grace, I followed her example—with my own sons as my first audience in this unfolding story of personal growth and family healing.

What have your children—or loved ones—taught you about leading with honesty during hard transitions? 

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Reclaiming Rhythm Through Self-Care for Mothers

The world tells us momentum looks like metrics.

Meetings. Deadlines. Speed.

But in this chapter of my healing after job loss, momentum looks like this:

A slow walk with Mimi.

Listening to my son describe his favorite horror movie.

Giving myself space to feel, instead of rushing to “fix” myself.

This season of my life is no longer about bouncing back.

It’s about walking forward—with intention, memory, and motherhood as my compass.

This is what building resilience actually looks like.

How I used to define momentum: chaotic coping in business as casual.

What does momentum look like when it’s rooted in your truth—not your productivity?

If You’re in the In-Between 

If you're a mother holding it together while your soul unravels...

If you're rebuilding in silence while still showing up every day...

If your healing is invisible—but real...

Let this be your reminder:

You are not behind.

You are not doing it wrong.

You are in motion.Even if it’s slow.

Even if it’s silent.

Even if it’s just a walk with your dog before the world wakes up.

This is self-care for mothers who are reimagining their path.

This is emotional resilience—lived quietly, but powerfully.

If your healing had a morning ritual or soundtrack—what would it be?

What would it sound like if softness, patience, and trust had a rhythm? 

💛 Closing Message

You don’t have to “bounce back.”

You can choose to walk forward—with softness, with memory, and on your own terms.

You are not broken.

You are building something new.

Let your next step be gentle.

Let it be yours.

This space was created for voices like yours.

If you've ever felt unseen while showing up for everyone else—this is your space, too.

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No more shrinking. No more erasing. You deserve to be witnessed.