Mothering without my Mother is a journal of my honest mothering journey.
Each entry is written to her.
My Mother died at the young age of thirty-nine, seven months after a stage four breast cancer diagnosis.
Jenifer was young and beautiful and vibrant and a lover of her family. She stayed home with her four children and maintained a happy marriage and home; we were all the center of her life.
Following in her footsteps, I started a family young and am now staying home with my first child, Everett. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been, but mothering without your Mother is hard.
My days are filled with love, frustration, questions, happiness, sadness, lessons–these are the things I write to her about. I can’t pick up the phone and call her, so writing is what allows me to feel the mother/daughter connection I so desperately need.
I want to share my journey with every other woman and Mother out there, as open and honestly as I can.