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Mama Bear

  

I am his mama bear.

He trusts me with all that he is. His arms will wrap around me in the tightest embrace. When he sits in my lap I can feel his heart settle in. Relaxing. Breathing. Within the place between my arms, beneath my constant kisses. His place of security, safety, refuge he quickly finds. He seeks me out for comfort of the spirit & livings of his soul. When his eyes grow heavy, little eyes gaze to mine for lullibyes. Sung to my babe inside the womb he knows every tune.

I am his mama bear.

We have our days where I raise an eyebrow. I’m perfecting that “mom look” that stops his tracks. Although my rules are firm, my voice always calm. He knows my word is true & warnings are not empty. Together each night we pray for salvation for him, wisdom for me. He knows that I ask God to help me raise him. That answers come from up above.

Because I am his mama bear.

There’s no one else I’d rather be.

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