11/09/2025
Our ofrenda wasn’t traditional this year, but it was full of love and meaning. The girls were curious—asking who everyone was, how they were connected, and what we remembered. My oldest kissed each photo, saying she missed them and wished she could’ve met them. The only one they knew was Isa—whose kindness left a lasting imprint. 🕯️
As a perinatal therapist and daughter of my lineage, I’ve learned that remembrance is also healing. Día de los Mu***os invites us to hold both love and grief—to honor what was given, and to gently question what no longer serves.
We can honor our ancestors while dismantling old cultural norms of patriarchy, silence, and machismo. We can carry forward the love, resilience, and joy — while allowing space for the anger, sadness, and repair that also live in our stories.
Parenthood gives us that chance. To honor. To heal. To rewrite. ❤️
***os