Well Said

While I think all of the Roundup pieces are well said, some articles in mainstream publications deserve a light shined on them because they cut down to your heart.

A case in point: a recent piece on loss in the Atlantic. The dek: “After enduring infant loss and years of fertility challenges, I still don’t have a child.”

It begins with the first walk to her neighbourhood coffee shop after her baby dies. She writes,

Many new mothers have done this walk. But they generally have a baby in their Ergo carrier or nestled into a stroller. They get loving glances from strangers, who coo at their newborn or joke about lack of sleep. But no one on that walk—not the cashier I ordered from, nor the young couple walking their dog—knew I was a mom. I had no idea either.

It’s an exploration of what makes someone a mother. In my personal opinion, parenting begins long before someone enters the world. She is a mother. She was a mother long before she reached the moment she called “mother-daughter stuff.”

It’s such a powerful essay.