To the CoParenting Mamas,

To the mamas letting go of their babies today—

not because you want to,

but because a broken system said you have to.

I see you.

You chose their clothes with trembling hands.

You labeled their medicine.

You reminded them of the invisible string and that you are with them everywhere, always.

You did it all with grace that no one will ever reward

because your love is unconditional,

even when the arrangement isn’t.

I want you to know:

You are not weak for hurting.

You are not dramatic for grieving.

You are not selfish for wishing it didn’t have to be this way.

You are a mama in the trenches,

holding the line of love in a system that forgot what love looks like.

This is your reminder:

Your children still know you.

They carry your voice in their bones.

They feel your love like sunlight and moonbeams—

even when you’re not there to tuck them in.

And you, sweet soul?

You get to cry.

You get to rest.

You get to tend your broken heart like it matters.

Because it does.

This isn’t the story you would have written.

But it’s the one you’re alchemizing with your own soul’s fire.

And there will come a day—

when your child looks at you

with full knowing in their eyes,

and says,

“I always knew. I always felt it. Thank you for loving me like that.”

Until then?

Let yourself be held.

Let yourself be witnessed.

Let yourself be mothered by the earth, the air, the field, and me.

You are not alone in this.

And you are not just surviving it.

You are rewriting motherhood.

With you,

For you,

In infinite love,

💛 Jen