Raised by Women.

To my women with the utmost respect. We love you. We appreciate you. We are in awe of everything you have done and continue to do in our lives.

I was raised by a heartfelt composer. She only encouraged me to bloom and transform into beautiful melodies. They strengthen and build to crescendo climatically. The notes gracefully fall - surrounding me, soaking into my soft skin, as she speaks sweet sincerities. Until there is nothing left but peace in the silence and reverberated symphony.

I was raised on a stage of hurricanes and lush meadows. She knew the only way for me to grow was to be overexposed to love and firm authority. Love that now lives in each memory and comforts me, as I live as an embodiment of her legacy. She showed me authority, and taught me that these tedious tendencies, were actually a firm foundation to be built on. And improved on. And would encourage me to grow into a woman who would wield wise words like a graceful swan.

I was raised by a dedicated chauffeur. With her hair flowing in the wind, she showed me the world and all it could be. She enveloped me in elegant painted stories eloquently and pastored me onto clarity. She carried me. Dreamt dreams for me. Drove me onto better things; laughter, intelligence, and charity. She had a passion for me. A love as sweet as flowers on a sunny day. And a patience that never discouraged or seemed to fray my unkept edges.

I was raised by a warrior. One who stood up after every killing blow. Who is scarred by the nature of the world, by the swords of swift words, and by countless physical diseases. She stood, even when she didn’t have the strength to. She smiled for the future to come, for she knew every battle she fought had already been won. She shielded me from hurtful things and guided me with great assurance and warmth. I am so proud to have been raised by a warrior.

I was raised a Woman. Spiritual. Capable. Intelligent. She plants seeds in the folds of memories. Her value more than rubies, pearls, and diamond rings. She rises while the moon still kisses the night sky, and equips herself with strength and dignity. This woman opens her arms wide for the unfortunate, similarly as she opens her mouth in skilful teaching and wisdom. Her children rise up and call her blessed; she is greatly admired. Reverently worshipping, serving, and trusting in Him for all things she desires. This woman shall be praised at the gates.

What a gift to be raised by this woman. How I am so grateful to have been raised by this woman. I give thanks to the Lord for this woman.