Mother's Day passed last week, and I want to be honest with you...

Mother's Day passed last week, and I want to be honest with you... 

This year, my grief didn’t look like tears.

(It looked like anxiety.)

I tried to write something for Mother’s Day.

To honor my mom in Spirit.

But nothing felt right.

Because this time, grief wasn’t tender or poetic.

It was anxious.

It was stressful

It felt tight.

It came like a flashing stop sign—

on and off, all week long.

Buzzing in my stomach. 

Sometimes grief isn’t tears.

It’s restlessness.

It’s Irritability.

It’s that uncomfortable feeling that something’s off, even if you can’t say what.

That was me the week before.

And then, Saturday…

something shifted.

We had a late afternoon Mother’s Day lunch for my mother-in-law.

The feel in the air softened.

My body did too.

The waters cleared.

Not because my grief left—but because I stopped trying to fight it -- and started breathing into it instead.

If Mother’s Day brought up more than you expected…

If your grief came as anxiety, tension, or silence—

You’re not alone.

Grief doesn’t follow a pattern.

It just asks us to breathe into it.

Especially when it shows up as something we don’t recognize right away.

So if you’re feeling like me, 

Sit and breathe. 

And know I’m sitting right there with you,

Riding the wave together.