I would ask her if she wanted to read it. I would tell her that the woman who wrote it suffered with debilitating undiagnosed anxiety for all of her life and felt completely terrified most of her first pregnancy. And second pregnancy.

For ‘Making the decision to have a child — it is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.’ — Elizabeth Stone

But somehow — the loving of your child makes you braver not more fearful. By the time you become a grandmother — love takes up all the space anxiety used to live in and you have no more room for fear.

I wouldn’t tell her it’s all going to be ok — but I would tell her that you have faith in her heart and mind to get her through the swamp of her anxiety to the other side. And that you are there for her. And it’s always 100% ok to ask for help. In fact, it’s vital.

Raising children takes a village. We have forgotten that in our western society. Mothers everywhere need their village.

Sometimes Humans need more information. Sometimes Humans need to just get through things. Everyone is different.

Ask her what she needs. And let her know — she is already magik.