15/03/2026
Thinking of all the mothers today, and those who love them 💗
Mothering comes in many forms, it is the essence of love. It can be hard and dirty, and glorious and elevated and soulful. Thank you to all who love and mother on this earth.
I never really chose the woman I became.
Life chose the road, and I simply learned how to walk it.
Whatever was needed in the moment…
that’s who I became.
Whatever role the storm called for…
I grew into it.
Mother.
Sister.
Partner.
Friend.
Mentor.
Protector.
Provider.
Survivor.
I have been all of them, sometimes all at once.
It was never about what I wanted in those moments.
It was about what had to be done.
And I did it.
Every single time.
No questions or hesitation.
There were days I had no idea how I would make it through.
Days when the path ahead looked impossible.
But somehow, I always found a way through it all.
People looked to me for strength.
For courage.
For fire when their own flames burned out.
And even when I felt like I was barely holding myself together,
I became what the someone needed.
I won’t pretend the journey has been easy.
There were battles that nearly broke me.
Nights when the weight of everything felt too heavy to carry.
But I carried it anyway.
Because that’s who I am.
I will never claim to be fearless.
Or flawless.
Or faultless.
But I will always be real.
Honest.
Authentic.
When I love, I love with my entire heart.
There is no halfway in anything I do.
Passion runs through my veins like wildfire.
And when love is present, I give it everything I have.
I have many roles.
Many responsibilities.
More than most people ever see.
But I’ve learned something powerful through every storm.
I am capable of more than I ever imagined.
The fires that once threatened to consume me
now fuel the wings that help me rise.
Not every plan worked out the way I wanted...
Some roads twisted or broke,
Some paths collapsed beneath my feet.
But somehow…
I always found my way again.
I protected the people who needed protecting.
I was there when no one else was for some...
I fought battles for those who couldn’t fight for themselves.
I became a woman shaped by the darkest nights...
a soul forged in flame, strengthened by every trial that tried to break me.
But through every role I have carried…
every storm I have weathered…
there has always been one part of me that mattered most.
The survivor.
She is the one who refused to let me stay down.
The one who who found the strength when I thought I had none left.
The one who lifted me up every time I fell.
And no matter what life brings next,
she will always remain the most powerful part of who I am.
Because as long as I need her…
she will always be there for me.
Strong and surviving.
|ravenwolf