She needs to be fierce. Fiery. Brave.
Her reflexes will be lightening quick. She can carry a human, sometimes two.
But make her compassionate. Her love needs to be a force in and of itself. Love so powerful, it can overcome all adversity.
A delicate balance between strength and softness. Firm, and kind. Rigid and forgiving.
She will be so capable. To work, to stay at home, and sometimes both simultaneously.
Her ability to juggle tasks faster than a mind was meant to process will defy nature. Sometimes, she’ll be moving so quick, she won’t even remember where she left her coffee, if she left laundry in the dryer, or whose nose she just wiped.
She will be tired, so tired. But she will carry on. She will be strong. She must be! The stress and challenges she will face will be unlike any other responsibility. The greatest a human can face. But she will be up for it. She will be built for it. I will make sure if that, even if she doesn’t realize just how strong she is.
She’ll need to be unlike any other creation. She will carry the weight of the world, the honor of raising the next generation, and constant ebb and flow of family balance on her shoulders.
So God made a mother.
And she was good.
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