Strength.

Moms are amazing things.

We can be the pillars of strength when called upon. We can ease the pain of a boo-boo with just a kiss. We can find missing puzzle pieces or a Barbie shoe and stop a temper-tanrum with the wag of a finger. We can put the world back on its axis with a hug.

We can rule the world all while wiping butts, picking boogers out of hair and picking up toys. We can whip up science fair winners on a hours notice. We can sew buttons, wash loveys and not pass out at the sign of blood on our children.

We do all of these amazing thing on little sleep and little food.

I account all these feats as a signal of strength.

Oh, the strength that radiates from a Mother is an awe-inspiring thing.

Some say we are born this way while others say we learn from those around us, our children.

I like to think that my strength was given to me from my first born. The second Roo was placed in my arms, I felt empowered and capable.

My strength grew as I learned to become a mother. Sure, there were times that I failed and I cried myself to sleep after hard days, but every day was a fresh beginning and every day gave me more strength.

When Turtle was born, she tested me.

And I proved to her, and myself, that I was capable.

Being a Mother to these beautiful girls makes me feel like Super Mom (cape and all!).

Being their Mother gives me courage, humor and dexterity (yes, dexterity).

And if I never accomplish another feat in my life, I'll know I've succeeded with them.

They are the proof that I am a strong woman.

And that's all the reassurance I need.