This Tiny Clover Didn’t Fix My Marriage - But It Changed Everything
🍀 The Clover That Reminded Me We Were Still a Family
A true story from a woman who almost walked away… but chose to stay
When I married Jason, I thought we were one of the lucky ones.
He was thoughtful, funny, and ambitious. I was independent, full of dreams, and we were both sure nothing could break us.
But life isn’t about the big vows. It’s about the small, messy details no one puts on Instagram.
After our son Noah was born, everything changed.
I left my job in marketing to take care of him full-time. We couldn’t afford daycare in our area of Denver, and deep down, I wanted to be there for every first smile, every milestone.
But no one tells you what that kind of isolation does to you.
While Jason’s world expanded work, colleagues, happy hours mine shrank to diapers, bottles, and the same four walls every day. I missed conversations. I missed being seen. I missed myself.
Jason started coming home late. He said work was “just a lot right now.”
But I could see it the way he avoided my eyes, the way he flinched when I tried to hug him.
I began to feel like a burden, not a partner. He looked tired. I looked invisible.
One night, he came home late again, clearly had a few drinks, and I noticed a faint lipstick mark on his collar. Pink. Subtle. But it might as well have been neon.
I didn’t yell. I didn’t even cry right away. I just held Noah tighter and felt something inside me go quiet.
A few days later, I told my older sister everything. She listened, then handed me something small a clear acrylic square with a real four-leaf clover inside.
She said, “I found this while walking in Boulder a few weeks ago. I don’t know what it is, but ever since, I’ve been feeling more grounded. Maybe you need that too.”
It sounded silly. I wasn’t one for charms or spiritual things. But I took it.
That night, I placed the clover by my bed. No expectations. No hope. Just... curiosity.
But something shifted.
The next morning, I didn’t feel as heavy. I still had the same problems, but they didn’t crush me the same way. Jason noticed. He asked how I was sleeping. We talked. For the first time in weeks, we really talked.
It wasn’t magic. It was something quieter.
The clover didn’t fix my marriage.
It reminded me that there was still something worth trying for.
It reminded Jason that I was still here. Not just as a mom. As his person.
Weeks later, we started therapy. He cut back on overtime. I found a local mom group and started freelancing again. Little by little, things softened. Got lighter.
Every time I see that tiny clover, I remember:
“Not all luck is about winning. Sometimes, luck is just remembering who you are; and holding on when it matters.”
Do I believe the clover saved us?
Not really.
But I believe it helped me pause.
And that pause saved everything.
If you're reading this at a low point, maybe this is your pause too.
Let it be gentle. Let it be enough. Let the clover find you.
