Growing up, my mom frequently used the term "momma bear" in referring to her love for us. For a long time I had no idea what she was talking about but over time it began to make sense. Mom explained that being a mom taps into some primal, almost feral, instinct. I'm learning that this momma bear love is intense.
It's equal parts debilitating and enabling.
It's crippling and healing.
It is tender and passionate.
It's gentle and fierce.
It's dormant and active.
It's illuminating and blinding.
It is exhausting and rejuvenating.
It is calming and chaotic.
It's familiar and foreign.
It is heartbreaking and "heartmending"
It is the greatest love I've known.
It's equal parts debilitating and enabling.
It's crippling and healing.
It is tender and passionate.
It's gentle and fierce.
It's dormant and active.
It's illuminating and blinding.
It is exhausting and rejuvenating.
It is calming and chaotic.
It's familiar and foreign.
It is heartbreaking and "heartmending"
It is the greatest love I've known.
Ok, this Momma Bear completely agrees.
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