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 The Warrior |
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| BY LIZ PRYOR MONDAY SEPTEMBER 14, 2009 3:12:45 PM |
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No matter how hard we try to prepare for the impending reality of motherhood, most of us feel utterly blind sided when the reality hits. Everything we thought we’d learned, feels so close to knowing nothing when in that one nano-second of time we go from woman to mother.
So I thought, three kids and a decade later, I’d like to offer a small piece of my own experience. First and foremost….you’ll figure it out….trust me, you will get through whatever storm has become your life at the moment. You know you will, we all do.
There’s only one thing you really need, to carry you through this time in your life. It’s something you won’t find in a book store, on a list, in a shower gift, or even in your grandmothers greatest pearl of wisdom. |
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Liz's Littles
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| You’re simply going to have to reach inside yourself…Deeply, and find your warrior.You know what this is? This is something that lives in every single mother on the planet, no one doesn’t have it. It lives inside us in a place we seldom have to call on, until something of this magnitude hits. It’s where the endless supply of our strength, courage, patience and fight lives. It supplies you with the ability to run on adrenalin, and bravery in the face of no sleep. It’s the place you draw from when you have to carry one child over your shoulder ‘cause they want you to hold them, and the other in your lap while they simultaneously throw-up onto your freshly painted bedroom walls. It’s the place that can endure hours of a crying newborn, boobs that feel like bricks, and the permeating smell of baby spit-up. It is from where the patience comes to teach a toddler to tie his shoe while your head is in the toilet with morning sickness. It’s the place you go when you look in the mirror at your body a week after giving birth that says, “you’ll be back don’t worry.” It finds the strength for you to hide the Easter eggs, wrap the Christmas presents, eat the cookies from Santa, sprinkle the tooth fairy dust on a pillow, and laugh when your two-year-old accidentally pulls too hard on your sweats and rips them to the floor…in public. It is the part of you when you reach the end of your rope that whispers, “you can do this”. It is the very first gift that lives inside you to be the woman, and the mother warrior that you can be. Remember to call on it, and then thank it. |
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| MONDAY , SEPTEMBER 14 |
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