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Issue #24: Generational Healing & How Motherhood Turned Me Into the Clingiest Daughter Ever

Issue #24: Generational Healing & How Motherhood Turned Me Into the Clingiest Daughter Ever

a look at generational healing, a shift in my relationship with my family, and how motherhood has made me a full-grown baby again

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Jules Acree
Jul 03, 2025
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Hi friend! If this newsletter cuts off, click on "view entire message" and you’ll be able to view the entire post in your email app.

This is part three of a mini-series I’m writing called Alongside Motherhood — a collection of honest reflections on how becoming a mother has reshaped not just who I am, but how I love, relate, and move through the world. The past few weeks, I’ve been exploring how this shift has touched everything — from identity and partnership to family and friendship… I hope you’ll find pieces of your own story here too.

Catch up on part one & two of the series below:

Issue #22: Who am I alongside motherhood?

Issue #22: Who am I alongside motherhood?

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Issue #23: How Our Marriage Has Shifted After Baby — One Year Reflection

Issue #23: How Our Marriage Has Shifted After Baby — One Year Reflection

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Content Note: This issue briefly touches on birth trauma and medical complications. If that’s something you’re navigating or healing from, please take care with yourself as you read — or skip this one if needed.

It was about an hour or two after I gave birth to Keira. We’d been transferred to our postpartum suite — the one we’d be in for the next two nights. The first thing I did once we got settled was call my mom.

Me: “Mom?”
Her: “Yeah…?”
Both of us already on the verge of tears.
Me: “We’re okay.”
And then we just cried together on the phone.

Oof, I’m tearing up again just writing this.

Because the moment Keira was born, it was like a lifetime of inherited fear cracked open and washed away.

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