I am a Mom and a fighter. A never back down, never stop, never let go, never take no for an answer, warrior for my children. And now my children include the children at the Napuu School in slums of Nairobi, Kenya.
And in 12 days, I am climbing to help provide an education for these children in hopes of giving them a brighter future.
Two years ago, resting on a dirty, dusty roadside in a remote village in Uganda, I watch this strikingly beautiful woman tenderly swaddle her baby. She loving secures her to her back. It was effortless, she doesn’t struggle, doesn’t look exhausted or frustrated. I stand frozen in awe as if I was sharing in a private tender moment between the two of them.
She wears her baby like she is a part of her; her life blood, her beloved child. Just as I would, she keeps her treasure close, tight and protected. I smile at her, wishing in that single moment I WAS her. In my mind, she has no worries…it was just her and her precious legacy.
I don’t know this woman and yet I do know her. She is a warrior Mom. Her heart’s greatest desire is for her children to have everything they need. And if necessary, she will fight to protect and provide.
I remember holding my own babies tight and rocking them late into the night, just the two of us. It didn’t matter if I was exhausted, or hungry and covered in baby goo, snuggling them was the best part of my day. Actually, the best part of my life.