03/16/2026
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They say in heaven, mothers rock babies that aren’t theirs.
Tiny souls who left this world too soon…
Being held until their own mothers arrive.
I think about that a lot.
The idea that no baby is alone.
That somewhere beyond what we can see, someone is rocking them,
whispering love,
keeping them safe
until their mama gets there.
So if you get there before me…
please hold mine.
Rock them for me.
Tell them their mama loves them more than anything in this world.
And if I get there before you…
I promise I’ll be holding yours.
©️Momming On Empty