The Hump.

A hump.

It’s a funny thing.

Funny it doesn’t seem like one when you’re going through it.

Monumental in the present, minuscule in the past.

Teaching tool, patience maker, tear jerker, pain maker. Metaphorical thorn.

Any “thing” can classify as a hump. What is for one, maybe not for another. My hump, not your hump.

Purpose derives from the midst of the hump. Success born in the struggle. From the challenges, the misunderstandings, the darkness. Each have reason, each complete a task.

The danger comes from getting stuck in the hump.

All the sticking points. Sticking too tight. Incapable of breaking the tethers.

What had purpose now has detriment.

Scream, kick, claw, bite, fight. Push past the hump. Once the purpose served, do not linger.

Let the hump be a highway, not a habitat. A track, not a tether. A lesson, not a limit.

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Mage means magician, what a great way to describe the job of a momma! I’m just one momma making magic, juggling the business of life, trying to embolden other mommas along the way.

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