Someday When I’m Not Here: A Letter to My Children


Dear Children,

Someday when I’m not here, I hope you know how much I loved you. 

I know I spent a lot of time complaining about sleepless nights, laundry, tantrums, and the general mess of life. But I wouldn’t have given up any of those things because they meant I was your mom. Someday when I’m not here, I want you to know that was the most important thing.

You are still both so young, so I fear that if something were to happen to me now, your memories of me may be hazy at best. For instance, you may think that my favorite word was “No.” I do say it a lot, but that’s part of my job as a mom. I have to keep you safe, set the boundaries, and be your constant. It’s not always fun, but I love you enough to do it. Someday when I’m not here, I want you to know that.

My love for you is so fierce and consuming and wonderful and painful and scary. Above all, it never quits.

someday when I'm not hereMy heart is always with you. It is always wishing you the best of things, people, health, experiences, emotions, everything. I whisper it to you before you sleep. “I want all the good things for you.

I also want you to be good people. I love you enough to spend the time trying to educate you on how to be kind. How to understand differences. How to identify problems and work to solve them. It is a struggle for both of us, but some times acts of love are. Someday when I’m not here, I want this act of love to live on.

Often, I think many of my acts of love go unnoticed and may be forgotten some day when I’m not here.

I show my love to you daily by doing simple things. I buy the cereal you like, make sure you brush your teeth, and remember where you left your favorite book. I take your picture in an effort to capture moments of you now, so that someday when I’m not here, you have a record of how wonderful and small you were. (And so I can watch them late at night when I miss you while you sleep.)

As I write this, I still worry that the love I feel for you has not been captured by these words. I know that it is unrealistic to truly think I can put in to words how deeply I care for you and always will. However, I am putting forth my best effort to make a record of it. These words to you are something tangible. They are something you can hang on to some day when I’m not here, revisit when you feel alone, or maybe one day read to your own children. 

I love you my children. I hope I have shown this love to you well. Remember, no matter where the world takes you, my love for you will continue to be there even after I am no longer able to walk beside you. 

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Jaclynn knows a good thing when she sees it, that’s why she and her husband, Dave, decided to raise their son and daughter in Brookfield, the same Milwaukee suburb where they grew up. After earning her English degree from UW-Madison, Jaclynn attended Marquette University Law School and worked for several years at a small Milwaukee firm practicing estate planning and elder law. When her son was born a few year ago, she followed her heart and became a SAHM. She is now the mother of two, having welcomed a daughter last June. When she's not managing her family circus, you can find Jaclynn instructing or taking classes at the Barre Code. Jaclynn would be lost without dessert, family friendly breweries, books, comfy pants, and the moms who have helped her navigate the labyrinth that is ‘momming’.


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