Hello My Name Is.

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Hello my name is warrior. 
I am fierce and strong. I fight battles I never dreamed I would have to fight. I am fearless even when I'm afraid and fight until the battle is won. I run on love, adrenaline and coffee. 
When the day nears it’s end, I wipe the sweat off my brow, close my eyes and rest. For tomorrow, another battle may rise. 

Hello my name is Momma Bear.
My cub is my world. You mess with him, claws will come out. I do not walk around looking for a fight. I am content caring for my cub and spending my days as peacefully as possible. But....if you fight me, I will fight back. I will appeal and appeal and appeal when I know something he really needs is being denied. I will put my foot down and insist he gets the surgery, medication, nursing hours and respect he so very much deserves. I will roam the lands in search if the best doctors, insurance and treatment. 
I'm not an angry momma bear but I will roar when I need to. 
Until my last breath, I will tirelessly care for, fight for, and protect my cub. 

Hello my name is Dreamer. 
I will always dream of what my son will become. I dream of a world that accepts, understands and appreciates children and adults of all abilities. I dream of all he can be and am okay when not all of my dreams come true. Sometimes, my dreams for him change and that's okay. I will always be a dreamer, dreaming up the beautiful man he will be knowing that dreams change and nightmares exist. 

Hello my name is Overcomer. 
I prevail over all circumstances big and small. I've overcome anxiety and fear, looking it straight in the eye and telling it I don't have time for such thoughts. I have fought threw and over come long hospital stays, grim diagnoses, IEP meetings, surgery recoveries and surgery fails. From the minute I saw my baby, sick and frail I knew....I have been called to be an overcomer. 

Hello my name is Peaceful. 
Sometimes, shit hits the fan and I'm up to my neck in chaos. I sit and breath. At that moment, all I need is to breathe in and be at peace with the imperfect. I breathe again and and white knuckle every bit of peace around me. I nod my head and say, "I'm okay". I make peace with my circumstances. This is my new normal and although I fight battles daily, I will never fight the fact that my child was born perfectly imperfect. 

Hello my name is Mom. 
Above all else I am a mom. A mom like you, fighting for all my child deserves. Protecting him until my last breath. Dreaming of all he can and will become. Overcoming heartache, sleepless nights and worried filled days. A mom that has made peace with the life she was given. 
When you look at me, don't pity me because I am a special needs mom. Celebrate with me because I was given the most important job in the world! Even on the toughest days, wear your name proudly and warrior on sweet momma, warrior on. 


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