To Mom, From Me

I recently learned that mothers day was originally created by a daughter grieving her mother. What a relief to know that grief has always lived here too.

Since losing my mom, I've become painfully and beautifully aware of the role a mother plays. Some absences are obvious, but others reveal themselves slowly, quietly, and over time - the person you want to call first, the way someone believes in you before you know how to believe in yourself, the invisible knowing that you are being held somewhere in the world.

My mom saw something in me when i used to create as a child. At the time I didn't fully understand it, but recently I've realized what a gift it was to be witnessed that way by a mother. To have someone recognize part of you before you can even name it yourself.

She may be gone, but that gift is still here.

Creating here has become a way for me to move through grief, to transmute the love, memory, and longing into something tangible and put it into the world. A way to continue the conversation, to keep her in the world, a way to keep my hands connected to hers.

My first collection, Mothering, is dedicated to her, to the mothers, to daughters, to women and the invisible threads that hold us across generations, distance, memory, and even through loss.

Women carry so much. Homes, histories, traditions, softness, fear, intuition, beauty, care, life. We carry each other.

This space has become such a safe place for me, so thank you for being here, for reading about her, and for supporting me in any way. It carries me farther than you probably realize.

Happy Mother's Day, Mama. This is my gift to you: me finally beginning

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