Motherhood is a trip. I really thought I would be
this cool, laid back Mom. I would be the Mom that all of the kids wanted and
could talk to about stuff. Then my son was born…
About a month after he was born I had a
realization. NO ONE on this earth will love my son as much as I do. I’m
not talking about romantic love, that’s a different type of love. I’m talking
about wanting the best for my son, wanting him to have a good life and
protecting him at all costs. I love that guy so much that I will watch
Chuggington for the millionth time and sing the damn song because it makes him
happy. Once I understood what a responsibility parenthood really is and what my
job really entails, the laid back Mama turned into Mama Bear-Mama.
One thing I can say about my mother is that she
had gumption. No one walked all over her. And, especially, no one talked about,
dealt with or was otherwise involved with her kids without her getting into
their business.
I remember when I was in highschool, in order to avoid the abject humiliation of gym class (and showering with strangers) I signed up for Track. But, I can’t run… seriously I’m 5’1”. How fast can my little legs go? So, I decided to do shot put and discus. It was easy… and I got out of gym.
I remember one day at a track meet, my Mom tried to explain to our coach, a short chubby red haired, red bearded, big-lug of a guy, that mathematically speaking, he was teaching to throw the disc wrong. At that trajectory, the thing would never take off. Did I mention my smarty Mom had a degree in math? The coach was offended and I was embarrassed, though secretly I thought it was awesome that my Mom showed him up. But now I look back and understand her as a mother. Someone wasn’t teaching her daughter how to be the best and she sure as hell would do it if he wasn’t going to.
I remember when I was in highschool, in order to avoid the abject humiliation of gym class (and showering with strangers) I signed up for Track. But, I can’t run… seriously I’m 5’1”. How fast can my little legs go? So, I decided to do shot put and discus. It was easy… and I got out of gym.
I remember one day at a track meet, my Mom tried to explain to our coach, a short chubby red haired, red bearded, big-lug of a guy, that mathematically speaking, he was teaching to throw the disc wrong. At that trajectory, the thing would never take off. Did I mention my smarty Mom had a degree in math? The coach was offended and I was embarrassed, though secretly I thought it was awesome that my Mom showed him up. But now I look back and understand her as a mother. Someone wasn’t teaching her daughter how to be the best and she sure as hell would do it if he wasn’t going to.
I just dealt with an ENT who was a real horses ass. Mama Bear came out and decided to get a 2nd opinion. I got on the phone, made an appointment with the pediatrician (whom I love) and got some more information. I figured out the doctor WAS a horses ass, and probably suggested surgery to pay for his boat slip this summer or something like that. I felt really justified in my over protective behavior. I know where I learned it from... my own Mama Bear.
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