To All The Women I Know on Mother's Day

I decided to go for a hike today. I needed some time alone to reflect....and to cry. I wanted to get it out and do what has been difficult do in the last few months (re my entire life) - to dig into the pain and FEEL. What ended up happening surprised me.

There's something about Colorado for me that feels more like home than any other place. I think it's because I feel grounded and in a place where I can find my peace. So I found myself hiking in this gorgeous weather with this incredible panoramic view and I couldn't be sad. I was in awe and I was thankful. And while I thought of my broken relationship with my mother, I thought more of the incredible women in my life who inspire me daily.
My life has been filled with them. They are my nanna and my aunts....my cousins who became beautiful mamas. They are the women who stepped in when my mom couldn't "handle" me as a kid. They are the friends I've met as an adult who had littles that I've had the pleasure to get to know. They are the mothers who I've met through the Kyle Pease Foundation and they, well they are super heroes in my book.

I thought of my friends who want to be mamas and can't. I thought of women like me who are in this weird middle space and have no idea if it will ever be an option. I thought of the fur baby mamas (Brucey didn't get me shit today!)....So many women crossed my mind today.

I thought today's hike was going to be full of sadness and tears and instead it was full of gratitude for this gorgeous state and all of the women I'm so blessed to know.

Here's to you, mamas. Happy Mother's Day.

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