Her throne is a plush velvet chaise lounge. Her scepter is a wooden spoon (used for cooking, but also for gentle correction). Her crown is a silk headscarf.
"I am not their mother. Their real mothers are at home. I am the idea of a mother. I am the mother they wish they had—the one who listens without interrupting, punishes without cruelty, and loves without strings. If I can teach them to demand that standard for themselves in real life? I have done my job." Goddess-Fiona - YourFavoriteMommy- Mama Fiona -...
If you have to ask who she is, you haven’t been paying attention. And if you haven’t been paying attention, she isn’t angry. She’s just... disappointed . To understand Mama Fiona, you must first dismantle your idea of what a "goddess" is. We are used to the unattainable: the ice queen on a pedestal, the harsh dominatrix with a leather whip. Fiona rejects that. Her throne is a plush velvet chaise lounge
She is the mother you choose. The goddess who asks for your reverence but gives you resilience in return. The favorite mommy who knows that the highest form of worship isn't kneeling at her feet. "I am not their mother
[Leans into the mic, voice dripping with velvet venom] "User420. Look at me. You are not weak. You are tired. There is a difference. Put on your sneakers. Do five jumping jacks. Right now. I'll wait."