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I can’t tell you what it’s like to lose a child, but I can tell you what it’s like to lose mine.

Twenty-four years ago this week, I was barely eighteen—young, unsure, and carrying the greatest gift I would ever receive.

I didn’t know much about life yet, but I knew, without question, that becoming a mother was one of the biggest reasons I was put on this earth.

I remember that feeling—the overwhelming love, the deep knowing that life as I had known it would never be the same.

And I was right.

What I didn’t know then, what I couldn’t have prepared for, was that love—that gift—could be taken just as suddenly as it was given.

I didn’t know that one day, I would have to hold both the beauty and the brutality of motherhood in the same hands.

I have learned that death is a doorway, one that leads somewhere far beyond what we can understand.

I learned so much the day he was born, but I understood life even more the day I lost him.

To love so deeply and then lose that love in an instant is a transformation beyond words.

Losing him felt just as abrupt as the moment he arrived, and yet, in the wreckage of that loss, something inside me expanded.

I made a choice to grieve in love.

The day I lost him, I became a different kind of mother. A better human.

I gained more love, more compassion, more self-assurance, more hope, more passion, and more life.

I became more connected—not just to him, but to the earth, to the unseen, and to every soul who has ever known loss.

I learned how to hold space for myself and for others in a way I never had before.

Peaceful and calm, without fear.

The day I lost him, I became a greater gift to the world.

Every moment I spend inspiring, encouraging, creating, and loving—that’s him.

The art I bring into this world, the beauty I share, and the light I offer others—that is his gift flowing through me.

And so, I choose to feel it all.

The grief.
The sadness.
The pain.

I let it move through me, shape me, and remind me.

Then, I turn it into something remarkable—pure magic and art.

Something that lives on.

Just like him.

With love,
Michelle Vaughn

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