It’s no longer about nap schedules or school drop-offs.

Now, it’s about navigating silence, setting boundaries, and sitting with heartbreaks you never imagined would come from your own child.

Gone are the days of “mommy and me” groups.
Now it’s polite small talk, forced smiles, and quietly dodging questions about family.
Because how do you explain a wound that’s still wide open?

There’s the ache of disconnection.
The spiral of wondering what you missed-or what you should’ve done differently.
The fear that they’re slipping away for good... and the helplessness that follows.

And through it all, there’s the loneliness.
Because it feels like no one else talks about this-the kind of motherhood that hurts.

But you’re not the only one.
You’re not a failure.
And you are most certainly not alone.

This season of motherhood doesn’t come with easy answers-but it does deserve real support.

That’s why I’m here.

I help estranged moms find peace in the heartbreak and hope in the waiting-through prayerful resources, faith-based encouragement, and a quiet community that understands.

Let’s walk this hard road together.
Because your motherhood still matters.

Welcome to the season of motherhood

no one warned you about

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