Mother Loss Grief and the Healing of Daughters

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[Editor's Note: I read Claire Bidwell Smith's memoir, The Rules of Inheritance, with the BlogHer Book Club earlier this year. A recent blog post of hers made my heart catch in my throat, moved by the innocence of child, the weight of our adult grief and where they crash together in the middle. -Jenna]

Finding My Mother Again:

Holding hands“I miss my mom,” I said then, not knowing if I meant to say it out loud or not.

“It’s okay, mom,” Vera said. “You’ve got me.”

And she was right.

The few times I voiced missing my mother to Veronica, this has always been her response. I wonder how she knows. I wonder how this little girl of three years old knows that indeed she has made my mother’s death okay in a thousand ways. Whatever gaping, gasping hole my mother’s death left in my heart, Veronica has filled and overfilled and stretched to fill some more. The hole is still there yes, but it’s so full of love and life and realness that you’d almost never be able to tell that it was a hole in the first place.


Photo Credit: rwelter.

Read more from Finding My Mother Again at Claire Bidwell Smith


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