In preparation for launching this blog I had a few people proof read for me.  One was the gem that I had as a teacher in fourth and fifth grade (how lucky am I, right?).  I’m knocking on 40’s door and I was sitting on the phone with Ms. J. late one evening as she gently pointed out my run-on sentences (something I’ve battled since at least fourth grade, ha!)  Hearing her point out the areas that I should take a closer look at brought on this unbelievable feeling of comfort.  The nostalgia of that elementary school smell, the bright linoleum floors, clean wooden desks that crisp new school supplies.  Take me back!

She noticed that I used the word fierce a lot in my writing.  Like A LOT.

As I was going through and changing fierce, fiercely and fiercest, I realized that there’s a reason that word kept coming up for me.  This journey has taught me that the love I have for my boys is FIERCE in the best way possible.  I’ve had to advocate for them in the FIERCEST ways, trusting my gut and my mama’s intuition even when I questioned if I knew enough to be a “FIERCE advocate.”  And as a result of our journey, I have become FIERCELY passionate about sharing our story so that others can maybe have an easier path forward. I may have changed some words on my site, but I wouldn’t change all the ways this chapter of our lives has helped shaped me into my fiercest self.

Fierce love, fierce advocate, fiercely passionate…all from journeying in the fiercest way.

(Thanks, Ms. J.! XOXO)