December 28, 2025
When You Target One Mother, You Awaken Thousands 💚
Recently, I sat courtside watching my eight-year-old daughter fight her heart out for first place on a basketball court she had never stepped onto before this season.
Weeks earlier, she told me, “Mommy, I just feel it (basketball) inside of me—I want to play.”
And she meant it.
By the fourth game, she made her first basket.
She squealed, high-fived her teammates, and shined like she had been doing this her whole life.
In that moment, I saw motherhood clearly.
Showing up.
Learning as you go.
Cheering loudly.
Fighting hard.
Even when you’re tired.
Even when you’re scared.
Even when you’ve never played this game before.
Motherhood is not quiet.
Motherhood is not compliant.
Motherhood Is a Team Sport
“Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.”
— Ecclesiastes 4:12
Mothers find each other everywhere—
in gyms,
in hospital waiting rooms,
in court hallways,
in school meetings,
in moments where everything feels like it’s on the line.
We are bonded not just by love, but by impact.
Mama Trauma: Naming the Unnameable
There is a kind of trauma that lives inside motherhood that no one seems to have language for.
I searched for it once. I searched high and low trying to name what I had experienced. What I found were explanations of traumatic births or adults healing from abusive mothers. What I did not find was language for what happens when a mother’s nervous system is permanently altered because her child’s life, safety, or future is suddenly at stake.
When a child loses their parents, they are called an orphan.
But what do you call a mother whose world fractures because her child might not survive?
When an adult survives a catastrophic accident, it’s called a tragedy.
When a family survives a natural disaster, it’s called a crisis.
But when a mother is told her child has cancer…
or is seriously injured…
or is unsafe…
or is targeted by systems meant to protect them…
Something else happens.
Your motherhood changes trajectory.
Your body recalibrates.
Your instincts sharpen.
Time splits into before and after.
You never return to the version of yourself that existed before.
That shared, unnamed experience is what I now call Mama Trauma.
Mama Trauma Activates Mothers—It Doesn’t Isolate Them
Mama Trauma doesn’t silence us.
It activates us.
It’s why mothers recognize each other without words.
Why we show up instinctively.
Why we form teams without being asked.
Because when you’ve been through it, you don’t hesitate.
You don’t look away.
You DON’T stay quiet.
When You Target One Mother, You Awaken Thousands
We are not loud because we are afraid.
We are loud because we are clear.
“For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, love, and a sound mind.”
— 2 Timothy 1:7
We are a team.
And it takes a team to TAKE OUR MOTHERHOOD BACK!
So if you choose to come for one mother, you’d better have a damn good plan—
because the whole team is coming.
