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Why You Didn’t Fail As A Mother

June 26, 2013

Guest Post By Angela Miller

I have to tell you this. You didn’t fail. Not even a little.

You are not a horrible mother.

You didn’t choose this. You didn’t want this to happen. You didn’t do anything wrong. It just happened. To you. Despite your begging, pleading, praying, hoping against all hope that it would not. Even though everything within you was screaming, no no no no no.

God didn’t do this to you to punish you, smite you, or to teach you a lesson. That is not God’s way. You could not have prevented this if you tried harder, prayed harder, or if you were a “better” person. Nor if you ate better, loved harder, yoga-ed more, did x, y, z to the nth degree– fill in the blank with any other lie your mind devises. You could not have prevented this even if you could have predicted the future like no one can.

No, there is nothing more you could have done. You did everything you possibly could have. And you are the best mother there is because you would have done absolutely anything to keep your child alive. To breathe your last breath instead. To choose the pain all over again just to spend one more minute together. That is the ultimate kind of love. You are the ultimate kind of mother.

So wash your hands of any naysayers, betrayers, or those who sprinted in the other direction when you needed them most. Wash your hands of the people who may have falsely judged you, ostracized you, or stigmatized you because of what happened to you. Wash your hands of anyone who has made you feel less than by questioning everything you did or didn’t do. Anyone whose words or looks have implied this was somehow your fault.

This was not your fault.  This will never be your fault, no matter how many different ways someone tries to tell you it was.

Especially if that someone happens to be you. Sometimes it’s not what others are saying that keeps us shackled in shame. Sometimes you adopt others’ misguided opinions and assumptions. Sometimes it’s your own inner voice that shoves you into the darkest corner of despair, like an abuser, telling you over and over and over again you failed as a mother. Convincing you if only this and what if that, it would never have happened. Saying you coulda, shoulda done this or that so your child would not have died.

That is a lie of the sickest kind. Do not believe it, not even for a second. Do not let it sink into your bones. Do not let it smother that beautiful, beautiful light of yours.

Instead, breathe in this truth with every part of yourself:  You are the best damn mother in the entire world. 

No one else could do what you do. No one else could ever mother your child as well as you can, as well as you are. No one else could let your child’s love and light shine through the way you do. No one else could mother your dead child as well as bravely. No one else could carry this unrelenting burden as courageously. It is the heaviest, most torturous burden there is.

There is no one, no one, no one who could ever, ever replace you. No one. You were chosen to be your child’s mother. Yes– chosen. And no one could parent your child better in life or in death than you do. You have within you a sacred strength.

You are the mother of all mothers.

So breathe mama, keep breathing. Believe mama, keep believing. Fight mama, keep fighting, for this truth to uproot the lies in your heart— you didn’t fail. Not even a little.

For whatever it’s worth, I see you. I hear your guttural sobs. I feel your ache deep inside my bones. And it doesn’t make me uncomfortable to put my fingers as a makeshift Band-Aid over the gaping hole in your heart until the scabs come, if and when they do.

It takes invincible strength to mother a child you can no longer hold, see, touch or hear. You are a superhero mama. I see you fall down and get up, fall down and get up, over and over again. I notice the grit and guts it takes to pry yourself out of bed every single day and force your bloodied feet to stand up and keep walking. I see you walking this path of life you’ve been given where every breath and step apart from your child is a physical, emotional and spiritual battleground. A fight for your own survival. A fight to quiet the insidious lies.

But the truth is, you haven’t failed at all. In fact, it’s quite the opposite.

You are the mother of all mothers.

Truly the most inspiring, courageous, loving mother there is– a warrior mama through and through.

For even in death, you lovingly mother your precious child still.

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This life-changing essay is now a gorgeous gift book for loss moms. Buy it here.


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Excerpt from “You Are the Mother of All Mothers: A Message of Hope for the Grieving Heart” by Angela Miller. Copyright © 2014 Angela Miller. Excerpt by permission of Wise Ink Publishing. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

  • Abigail Waldron

    Abigail Waldron is the mother of four daughters, two here and two gone-too-soon. A native of Pennsylvania who has made her home in the DC suburbs, she is also the author of Far as the Curse Is Found: Searching for God in Infertility, Miscarriage, and Stillbirth and writes regularly at In her writing and in her life, she is always searching for glimpses of Jesus, even in the barren and broken places.


    • Rhonda Moorehous

      November 16, 2015 at 11:39 am

      I love this I have suffered in silence for two years I love my Angel Shawn and I miss him terribly.

    • Lorri Carlson

      February 2, 2016 at 1:46 am

      This post is so profound and one of the very few times I am finding peace since the death of my son.. I tried to purchase the book but there’s a problem with their website; now it’s time to check the bookstores library and Thank you again so much for printing this post. You are very kind and loving friend and I will never forget this ! Thank you 1 million times over. Hugs!

    • Linda A. Young

      February 29, 2016 at 10:36 am

      Thank you so much for this very comforting post. I have shared it on my blog and am telling other hurting mothers and fathers about your wonderful understanding blog. You have helped so many who are struggling with guilt and suffering. So grateful to you! Love, Linda

    • Jen Krieger

      August 1, 2016 at 1:11 am

      Your words offered my great comfort in the torture I call my life now without my daughter Tiffany. She is forever 26. I didn’t just lose a daughter, I lost my best friend, my reason for living and the light in my soul. My life is lonely and empty without her. It was the two of us against the world. Now I am alone. Thank you for acknowledging our pain of loss. But most of all thank your for your healing words. They really have helped.

      Yours Truly,


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    • angie

      May 8, 2017 at 7:27 pm

      Thank you so much for this…really hit home

    • Regina

      August 8, 2017 at 2:59 pm

      While your words bring on tears, they also bring a sense of peace and relief. I know I am not alone in this journey of grief. I miss my son with all my heart and soul. Thank you for making sense of the unimaginable.

    • Tyra

      December 3, 2017 at 9:11 am

      I didnt fail as a mother My Angel Anshanette 12/13/2015 to Domestic Violence
      Her Boyfriend (last childs father of her 6 children) He shot her with 2 kids in the car & left her on the side of the freeway

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