Motherless. A term that never entered my vocabulary until after my mother passed. Suddenly people used this word to describe me and my recent loss.
I hated it. Still do to this day. Something about it sparks a sensitive spot in my soul.
I am not motherless. My mother just resides in a new location since her death. I am not without a mother. She may be gone from this earth but I am still her daughter and she will always remain my mother.
Her death did not steal her beloved title. Her death did not leave me motherless, for a part of her will always remain inside of me.
She is and will always be my mother. Here or there, alive or deceased. She is my mother, always.
I could never be motherless because her love and the bond we shared cannot be erased by her leaving this Earth. They are endless, no matter where she might be.
I am her legacy. I am her daughter. I will never be motherless.
A thirty-something wife, mother and educator who has Indiana roots and a passionate spirit. Chelsea is a sappy romantic, coffee junkie, book collector, and person who wears her heart on her sleeve. She’s sarcastic, full of jokes, full of tears, and enjoys writing most when life gets messy or complicated. In 2017, Chelsea's mother passed away. Through her grief journey, she decided to take her mother’s advice and share her writing with the world. One day she gained the courage to honor her mother's wishes and write. It turned out to be one of the best decisions she's ever made.