That is the kind of strength I am trying to reclaim.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, sitting here with my coffee getting cold for the third time this morning (baby brain is real, momma). We live in a world that tells us that to survive, we have to build walls. That to be respected, we have to be loud. That to win, we have to be ruthless. bibian norai
There is this unspoken pressure to be hard. To be tough. To have skin like leather and a heart that doesn’t flinch. That is the kind of strength I am trying to reclaim
You don't have to be a storm to be remembered. You can be the rain. Gentle. Needed. Life-giving. That to be respected, we have to be loud
Bibian P.S. What is one way you are choosing softness this week? Tell me in the comments. I read every single one when I’m nursing the little one at 3 AM.
The Quiet Rebellion of Staying Soft
I look at my daughter, and I see it. She falls down seven times, but she gets up—not with a clenched fist, but with open arms reaching for a hug. She doesn't mask her tears. She doesn't apologize for needing me.