Fierce, I think. My family will be fierce, in the best possible way.
The word resonates pleasantly for me. I think of strength and beauty and passion, of people who own their power. Children so loved they are never afraid to speak truth. Children who know when something is not right, and won't go quietly to their doom. I can teach this. I know I can. I can do for someone else what I wish had been done for me.
These are fragile dreams, tenuous as soap bubbles; but without them... Without them, I am lost.