“If the first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women together ought to be able to turn it back, and get it right side up again!” — Sojourner Truth
Grieving parents, especially mothers, often carry more than their own sorrow. Many mothers carry the weight of families, expectations, and silence. The strength required to wake up each day after losing a child is unimaginable to those who have not walked this road. But grieving mothers rise anyway. That rise may be slow, shaky, or unseen—but it happens. Grieving mothers rise in memory, in resistance, in reverence, and in raw determination. Each small step is a form of sacred defiance.
Communities built by grieving mothers hold power. Each story, each tear, each whisper becomes part of a shared voice. The strength that lives in these circles does not always shout. Often, that strength is quiet, steady, and unstoppable. One grieving mother offering love to another can change the direction of a life. Collective grief has the power to reshape culture. Compassion born from shared loss becomes a movement of healing. No mother should walk alone in sorrow. Love expands when it is shared.
Grieving women do not have to wait to feel strong. Strength lives in survival. Strength lives in the breath that comes after the sob. Each woman who loves through grief brings the world closer to wholeness. Every act of kindness extended from one wounded soul to another turns the world slightly. The world tilts toward justice, truth, and care. The world begins to right itself through connection. Turning the world right side up begins with one grieving mother saying, “I’m still here.”
Thought for today: Let shared grief unite us. Together, our sorrow can help heal what has been broken in the world.