jumping on my body. We climb down the
foraging through the
morning meal. The little tribal members eat with a speed none have seen, it is
like they have not had a
middle tribal member that gives me the most grief, but I quickly use my
warrior cry that was passed on from my mama to calm her, who then dresses reluctantly, “better than nothing,” I
whisper under my breath and carry onto the battleground.
Mama’s do you realize the strength that
we YOU have?
Do you realize that we ARE warriors as mothers! It makes me want to do a Xena
warrior cry; and in case you were wondering, yes I can actually do it!
grew in enchantment and in throbbing. Then as our bodies became one with the
earth and our baby, we dug deep and gave birth and our lives were altered eternally. Our motherly warrior instincts took over and the Lord passed the torch onto us as their protectors, giving us all the strength that we would need to fight and to nurture.
are fostering, YOU are a warrior! We are the same. Learning, struggling,
laughing, crying, loving, nurturing our tribes. Motherhood, no
matter what it looks like is one of the most self-sacrificing acts in this
world. All of us, becomes all of them, and as we grow and birth and teach our
tribe, we start to leave a legacy worth remembering. A legacy that is worth the
long days and the battles that we face. A legacy that even though most days our
bodies are weary and our soul cries for rest for just one minute, each act of love
is worth the sacrifices we make against ourselves.
made us to be as mamas, warriors! Do
not let any other tribal warrior look down on you, you are doing the
best that YOU know how to do. This is your tribe to care for, not theirs,
unless asked of. You are the exact warrior that your children need and you have been equipped with all the weapons you will need. Yes, even those sippy cups count!
And just like every warrior, you learn and grow as your tribe grows. Some days we fail in our training but the Lord is gracious and tomorrow is another day, even the next hour is new to give us time to dust ourselves off and get right back into this battle of motherhood.
WE ARE WARRIORS, HEAR OUR WAR CRY!