Look at me. I mean really look at me. Do I look like a warrior to you? I didn’t think so. However, I learned this evening, that I do to child #3. What? Yup. She sees me as a warrior.
What makes me a warrior? Well, I do kill all the spiders in my house. They usually don’t freak me out. I just get a shoe and bam! It’s done. I know there are people out there who disagree with killing spiders or other living creepy crawlies. To them I say, that’s fine, but if they want to live in my house, I will be vanquishing all of those creepy crawlies. They may live outside and I will not bother them, but DO NOT come into my house unless you would like to meet the soles of my shoes (or anyone else’s that are handy – I’m not picky!!!) I did manage to kill this sucker who mistakenly made a web on my back driver’s side tire. Yuck!!!
Looking back, I guess I can see child #3’s point. I survived an abusive marriage, got out, saved my children from having to see the creature that abused them every day of their lives, went to work after many years out of the outside workforce, defended my choices to close family members and endured their confusion and side-taking, forgave, forgave, forgave, moved on, dealt with CPV, found out just how sick child #3 was/is mentally, survived, sent child #1 to college, sending child #2 to college next year, dealt with my many issues and the rejections of some, and on and on.
Yeah. I guess you could say I’m a warrior. I get up every morning to face a new day with God ever at my side. I face the challenges of the day and if what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, as they say, then I’m not just a warrior, but a warrior supreme!!!