This is a letter I wrote to my younger self.
There are many stories we carry quietly,
Stories we rarely share,
Especially as spiritual teachers,
Parents,
Or community leaders who encourage gentleness and self-compassion in others.
For many years,
I carried a heavy story about my sons.
I divorced their father,
They moved to another state,
I became what people sometimes call the weekend mom.
I told myself it was the best decision at the time,
But in quiet moments,
I wondered if I had failed them.
I carried that for decades.
But recently something shifted.
I realized I'd been holding my younger self to an impossible standard,
Judging her with hindsight,
Resources,
And wisdom she simply didn't have.
So I wrote her a letter.
And support you had at the time.
You didn't choose an easy path.
You chose the path you thought would protect your boys and give everyone a chance at stability.
That was an act of love,
Not abandonment.
You couldn't see the future.
You couldn't control who their father would become.
You couldn't know how things would unfold.
You made the best choice you could with the tools,
Strength,
And clarity you had in that moment.
That is all anyone can ever do.
Your boys are okay.
They've grown up to be amazing men.
They love you.
They trust you.
They reach for you in those hard moments.
That is the measure of motherhood.
Not proximity.
Not perfection.
Not staying married.
Not staying in one place.
You did not fail them.
You did not ruin their childhood.
You did not break your family.
You stayed.
You loved.
You kept showing up,
Even when your heart was heavy.
You carried guilt that wasn't yours to carry.
You punished yourself for circumstances you could not control.
You grieved a story that did not have to define you.
It's time to let that go.
You are allowed to release this pain.
You are allowed to forgive yourself.
You are allowed to be proud of the mother you were and the mother you are.
You don't have to carry this anymore.
With so much love,
Violet.
Friends,
If this resonates with you,
I invite you to write your own letter to your younger self.
You might be surprised by how much compassion rises when you let yourself see your past through kinder eyes.
And if you're someone who teaches gentleness,
But struggles to offer it inward,
Know this,
You are not alone.
Sometimes the deepest teachings are the ones we are still learning to give ourselves.
Sending you so much love,
Violet.