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𝕴t's an odd thing. Motherhood, that is.
Odd in the way that no matter how fearful, how anxious and frightened you could be of the countless nightmare possibilities that could happen to your child — you'll never feel stronger and more powerful than you do with them held in your arms.
Invincible almost.
Odd in the way motherhood has healed me in ways I didn't know before, and in places I didn't know needed healing. Perhaps because being a mum has helped me cope with the losses of the mum and mother figures i've had in my lifetime.
Being Maple Lupin's mum was an honour, and one I'd take to the heavenly skies myself, knowing I couldn't be prouder of her.
She doesn't have to be wonderful to the point she's award winning and prize worthy. She doesn't have to be intelligent, or talented in any way. In my eyes, as long as she's happy, affable, and pleased with who she is, so will I.
Friday's child is loving and giving.
Today was Saturday.
Saturday, May 2nd 1981.
One year of gracing the universe with her sweet presence, taking it for her own with a powerful crown of twined maple leafs on her head. She's proving herself already to be tender-hearted, benevolent little girl, full of life and warmth from her head to her toes.
The gentle Spring sun rays warms the skin, pressing little kisses from the divine to have hope and trust. And the blooms of the flowers swaying in the calm breeze mirror those kisses boldly, to the sky, raised from the soils of the earth with the season of new life.
She sits happily on the soft grass between her godmother's legs, hand stroking the midnight fur of Teddy with the guidance of her honorary grandfather, a heart bursting smile spreading across her lips when the niffler nestled into her touch contentedly.
It wasn't much of a party, close individuals missing that should have been her through no fault of their own — we're in the middle of war after all.
Horcruxes, fidelius charms, secret keepers, traitors — it's all forgotten for today. Tomorrow, James and Regulus can resume their plans to go into hiding or learning more on how to defeat the You-Know-Who before he reaches them, tomorrow we'll resume the life we're currently trapped in. Today is Maple's day, and Maple's day only.
"There's no miniature broom shaped gifts, I think they've surrendered Harry will be the only quidditch player" Remus voices, stepping up behind his wife, arm bending around the front of her shoulders to hold her close, chin resting on her head when she hums gently, "Good. She's much too clumsy to be high in the air"
He chuckled mirthfully, my lips twitching at the corners, eyes softening when he slowly wraps his other arm around my middle, following my gaze to where a parted mouthed Harry stared at the little veela, much to the delight of James and Sirius.
