My 19 year old daughter made this AI picture of how she sees me
Apparently, I come across to her like a warrior.
She said the armor is like the symbol of the strength she sees in me, showing that I can beat anything and any pain or swelling the day brings forth. Kind of like putting on the “full armor of God,” but inside, I am hurting and don’t want to let my pain show. The armor helps cover that up; Like the armor is my front to show that I am strong, but on the inside, I am hurting and won’t show anyone.
It’s a rough business, staying strong.
My God helps me get through each day, and in many ways, that Warrior Mom is wearing the full armor of God, minus the shield, which Jesus gives me as I need it.
I am blessed to still have two daughters living at home (ages 17 and 19 respectively). These girls are a source of joy to me in my pain. They help me daily with cooking and chores, allowing me to rest on a heating pad or ice pack(s) as needed and they make me laugh (which hurts! but laughing, they say, is good medicine). These sweeties (and my dear hubby) will also give me back rubs when I am at my worst… and they have seen me at my worst.
I don’t feel like that photo at all, and it makes me humbled to see that is how I am portrayed through the eyes of a daughter.
My other kiddos (who don’t live close by) have no idea how my days of pain can be. When they come to visit, that armor goes on and well, you get the idea. I am the Mom, after all. I am NOT supposed to be the one in need, I am to be the one who does it all, like I have always done pre-Fibro and Lupus and who is always strong and there to listen and help. I do my best to keep that armor on!!
I hope whoever reads this, that you have someone in your life that helps you and makes you laugh. Maybe they can see your warrior armor, too.
God Bless- The Fibro-Lupus Momma of Ten
