Mythical Motherhood

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When I was young I always dreamt and wished to be in those mythical fairy stories.

Be a healer, a mender, a fighter.
Then motherhood came to me as it has to all such humans. Swiftly and fiercely.

I have felt like I have lost myself to changing diapers, feeding hungry tummies, entertaining the babies.


But it has dawned on me, just now, that I am very much living this dream.

I am a mender

A leader

A healer

A fierce and fighting mama bear


I am the entertainer, the bard, of my wee one. I weave beautiful, magical stories to tickle the imagination and wonder only small children have.

I teach him to listen to the wind as it winds through the trees and the leaves.

I teach him to see and respect the woodland creatures.

I teach him to care for the earth and care for the creatures around him.

I have been gifted the most magical position of all. Mother.

Published by Chelsee Fielding

I use to write so often. The words spilling out of my heart faster than my hands could keep up. That's my venture. To find that again. Many people think they should keep their life experiences to themselves if they're deemed ugly. I know from experience how many lives can be saved if you just share them instead. You are not alone. God is my rock, my walls, my home. From a small town in east Alabama. And a working class gal.

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