As I write this, you are just two years old. I know being two feels grown to you. but I am going to ask your Mom to keep this letter until you are a little older. I trust she will know when you are ready.
My Mother: A Life Well-Lived. A Departure Well Done.
My mother. My anchor. She steadies me. Holds me in place.
My mother. My rock. She gives me a place to pause, to be still.