Mother Bear

by Megan on January 25, 2012

Why was I protective and bristling about a mention of one of my blog photos?
Why did I want to put a wall up? The large NO shouting in my head.
Upon close inspection of my feelings I can see all the things there. Shame, love, protection.

What is my own shame around this issue? Did I feel, as many women before me have felt, that my grace or sex appeal was the only way in the door? I was made of ingredients not all of my choosing. I didn’t pick the environment, and in truth, had wished to be loved for other things.

But there she is still.

This is the protection of a mother bear. I am the mother bear. We have to love all of our cubs, the brave one and the scrawny one. The obnoxious one and the meek.
And we have to protect and love them, not only in their glorious moments, but when they falter as well.

I have girl cubs, sweet and feisty. I have boy cubs, strong and needy. All of these are mine. All of them need love and acceptance.

Knowing all of your cubs is nearly a half life’s work.
Loving them? A lifetime.

Mother Bear

Mother Bear

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  • Thomasseeker

    That was a really nice expression of your thoughts and love.

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