Warrior Thy Name Is Mother


Let’s get right to it shall we? Anyone who has given birth to a child is a Mother-f***ing Warrior. That’s right…a warrior. I liken the experience to the Triple Goddess which was the subject of much writing by mythologer and writer Robert Graves. According to some Neopagans there are three stages a woman must pass through before her return to the spirit world. The Triple Goddess is frequently described as the Maiden, the Mother, and the Crone, each of which symbolizes a separate stage in the female life cycle. I will go through each quickly but it’s Mother that we will be focusing on.

1st Right Of Initiation: Maiden

Maiden refers to the joys of youth. That oh so fleeting moment in a woman’s life where everything falls into the right places with minimal effort and very low maintenance.  It is her time of self discovery, a total reckless abandonment. Most women look back on these years fondly but only after passing onto the other stages. For in the moment, she is usually riddled with self doubt, lack of confidence and an overall feeling of trying to find her place in the world.

2nd Right of initiation: Mother

Once impregnated with the seed of life she moves from Maiden to Mother, an amazing right of passage and blessing that is not to be taken lightly. She is the bringer of life and she does so knowing that her own life will change forever.

3rd Right of Initiation: Crone

Finally after years of child rearing if she doesn’t croak from her uterus falling out, she moves on to the final stage known as Crone. A woman is now in the final act of her life’s play. She has crossed the threshold from Mother as her children are now independent. In many ways she is at her most beautiful as the gift of wisdom lines her face with grace. She has finally come into her own.

There is a common misconception about pregnancy.  Just because many women do it, often multiple times, doesn’t mean it’s easy. Let’s get real. Each pregnancy is as different and diverse as the woman carrying, and each pregnancy per each woman is totally different.  So we are going to get right down to it and explain why mothers are warriors.

  1. Body Morphing

In a strange uncontrolled  fashion not unlike something from X-Men, a womans’ body morphs into an incubator for sustaining new life. Unfortunately thanks to society’s idiocy I alway hear pregnant woman lament “I got so fat!” Ummmm yeah. That’s the point. There is of course an optimal weight to be maintained for the health of you and your baby so by all means don’t go crazy but “getting fat” is quite different than what is really going on. Your entire body is shifting to make room for a baby. When one gets fat their organs do not shift up and their uterus does not expand. A warriors body morphs into a vessel. She becomes a vehicle for transportation between two worlds. That’s right ladies, much like the goddess we walk between effing worlds.

2. Extreme Strength

The first time I knew I could kill was when I was pregnant. No weapons necessary. The amount of strength and endurance you have is only matched by maybe superman and he could never tolerate the process of giving birth. You might by physically exhausted and possibly ill but you are still the strongest friggin’ being on the planet.

3. Labor

Again, this is different for everyone so telling a woman exactly what her labor will be like is virtually impossible. However no matter who you are and how high your tolerance for pain is, this shit hurts.

This tiny little creature ready to make an entrance into this world is doing so through   your body, using their heads to carve the way out. I don’t care how much hypnotherapy you do (and for some women that really works) this is quite possibly one of the most painful experiences a woman will ever go through (bring on the epidural). Yet, there they are all over the world popping out humans whether at home, in hospitals, in fields, in  cars or on an airplane these mother warriors are bringing in new life.

baby, birth,
My Son Gavin at 6 months.

Their bodies rip, tear, bleed and in some cases are cut open all to give breath to their most cherished gift: their baby.

So when you look in the mirror and see excess weight, stretch marks, sagging skin, scars, rips and tears, don’t be upset! Be proud! You have walked through the fires of initiation from Maiden to Mother and have come out victorious. These are your battle scars, your bodies way of reminding you that you my dear sweet beautiful woman are a Mother f***ing Warrior.


~Angelique Adelina




2 thoughts on “Warrior Thy Name Is Mother

  1. Beautifully written! You my friend are truly a warrior… And never for one second did I doubt you would make a wonderful mother… Now when the next one comes (hopefully soon) and you think how can I make room in my heart for another, remember this. Similar to the great green grinch your heart grows! God Bless

    1. Thank you so much my friend! You literally must have been reading my mind because I was just having that very conversation with my mother! I am looking forward to my green heart growing LOL… Love and blessings to you always. <3

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