Seriously, ever seen a momma bear when she suspects her bear cubs are in danger? Me neither. But according to almost everyone, that's a situation you want to avoid.
When I'm feeling like that proverbial (rather than mythical) mother bear, I cease to think or act logically. Mess with my kids and you mess with me.
Except when they become adults and live on the other side of the country. Then, it doesn't matter how badly I want to stomp in waving my wooden spoon. It doesn't matter how eloquently I might be able to chew someone out. I'm stuck. I'm stranded in a no man's land of parenting.
As our children grow older, they have to fight their own battles. They use whatever wisdom and skills they've picked up over the years; they might even call for advice. Mostly they want Mom to listen, to tell them that they can make it through and to say "ohhhh..." at the appropriate pauses. I'm getting better at this.
However, sometimes I just want to haul off and smack those who are making the lives of my children difficult. After all, how dare they .........................
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I love you so much.
I wish you could fight my battles for me, but you'd be proud at how much I learned from you. That, combined with being a high school teacher and managing a bar, make me pretty much unstoppable
(though I'm still gonna call in tears sometimes, if that's ok....)
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