Daily Prompt: Visceral – Mama Bear and Her Cub

Aeron's 1st Birthday

Cub’s 1st Birthday

She was tiny, my cub. When I first held her, my heart filled with a love so strong I felt breathless. At 5+ pounds she was a wrinkled bundle of gangly arms and legs with a squashed nose. I thought she was perfection.

I held her briefly before handing her back to her father who followed the nurse to the newborn nursery and a waiting incubator. They inserted a feeding tube and placed her under a lamp to treat jaundice.

Less than 12 hours later her father returned to the hospital and we walked together to visit my cub in the nursery.

“If anyone tried to take her from me I would kill them,” I stated.

My instinct to protect her was as fierce as any mama bear. It was a visceral, gut-wrenching urge to keep her safe at any cost. As if a switch in my brain flipped from the sane and civilized to the primitive and animalistic. Suddenly, I didn’t feel so different from animals in the wild.

Mother Bear and Cub

My Inner Mama Bear

Although this experience felt foreign and unique to me I know I’m not alone. Inside every good mother beats the heart of a fierce mama bear ready to protect her young. It is an instinctual love; fierce, primal, visceral.

Word Prompt: Dormant Seeds of a Writer

Dormant

The desire to write, like a dormant seed, waiting for me to water it with confidence and courage. For too long I would not write, I could not write. Like a seed that struggles to reach the surface, I feel the pull to put words to paper.

With each post, my confidence and courage grow. The seed splits and I feel myself stretch up and out like a plant breaking the soil to feel the sun. No longer dormant, I am free to express myself without fear.

Still tender, I will nourish my craft and protect my sensitive feelings until I can stand alone unafraid of criticism.

There is no turning back.