Mama Bear
Ladies, it is almost always certain that no matter where we live, what language we speak, what color our skin is, whether we are rich or poor, whether we are city dwellers or country folk, whether we are outspoken or shy, etc., etc., if we are also mothers, then somewhere within all of us is a mama bear. We have been given the divine privilege of bearing our precious littles and more times than not we are also their primary caregivers. I understand fully that there are plenty of phenomenal dads out there who do a fantastic job of the caregiving as well, but this happens to be a Mother’s Day post so I am narrowing my audience a bit. Mamas, this is a message directly to you who are worn smack out. Just tired. Why? Because you fight every single minute of every single day for the good of your little people. I know we don’t live in a war-torn country here and I don’t mean that sort of fighting (although we would do it if it came to it). I just mean you are engaged in a constant battle of