At What Age Does Living Without Your Mom Get Easier?

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I think I already know the answer to my own question: Never. Living life without your mom NEVER gets easier.

With every year and every age come more things I still need my mom for. No matter if things are good, bad or ugly, I need her. No matter how old I get, I need her.

Actually, I think the older I get, the harder it gets. More things continue to happen that she isn’t there for. The more years go by, the more I start to forget what it’s even like to have a mom. What could be sadder than that?

Living without her never gets easier.

Every single day brings about a new challenge without her. Every day brings more sadness that my mom isn’t here to be part of this life with me.

No matter how much time goes by, the amount I miss her never lessens. There isn’t a single day that she isn’t on my mind and I’m not wishing she was here with me.

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Not a day passes that I don’t wish I could share both my successes and my failures with my best friend and my biggest fan.

So, I think the answer to the question is very clear. There is not an age that living without our moms gets easier.

Whether five years old, 15 years old or 50 years old . . . age does not make the longing for our moms any less. Age does not make living a life without our moms EVER get easier.

It’s OK for us to struggle.

It’s OK for every day to be an uphill battle.

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We have lost the most important people in our lives. We are going through something that nobody could ever imagine or understand unless they have lived it.

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Christie Lynn

I’m a 26 year old social worker and blogger using my words and experiences to help others though hardship, grief and mother loss.

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