
06/19/2025
š Iāve missed this part of me.
Since Malikās leukemia diagnosis, every ounce of my time and energy has been poured into caring for him. Itās been healing and groundingābut Iāve also come to realize how deeply Iāve missed the part of myself that shows up in birth rooms, supports birthing families, and weaves community through birthwork.
Iāve had to step awayāletting go of clients, pausing support requests, and setting aside the world I built in service and sisterhood. While nothing is more important than my sonās health and our familyās wellābeing, my heart still aches for the life I had before this storm.
Itās an odd mix of gratitude, longing, and hope. Grateful beyond words for what I do have. Longing for the joy I could have. Hopeful that someday, when the time is right, Iāll reclaim that part of me again.
For now, Iām showing up wherever Iām needed mostāto my son, to our family, to this season of fierce love and care. I share this because I know Iām not aloneāso many of us women, mothers, and healers carry a longing during seasons so heavy they demand every piece of us. And thatās OK.
To my birth families: you are forever in my heart. And to everyone walking this tender pathāwhatever you had to put on hold, whatever you hope to return toāI see you. We donāt have to apologize for our love, our loss, or our hope.
Thank you for being patient with me. Thank you for holding space for all of who I amāespecially the part that canāt wait to be back alongside you once the time is right.
With gratitude, grace, and gentle hope,
Eboneyš