A mother's instinct
Becoming a mom has taught me several things.
I have learned the meaning of unconditional love. You love your child no matter how many times he's peed on his bed, accidently spilled entire cups of liquid onto the floor, and managed to turn your living room into a tornado swept area. It doesn't matter. You clean it up. You count to 100. You give him a hug and kiss. You look into those big eyes and everything bad disappears. No matter how frustrated or angry you are, your heart just melts and the slate is clean. Life is good again.
I have learned patience (sort of). If you've known me forever, you know that I come from a long line of people who have little patience for most things in life. I am slowly learning that patience is, indeed, a virtue. One that I lack, but am constantly working on. I am getting better.
I have learned that I could possibly body slam another 3-year old child who is attacking my own cub. Let me explain. The other day I was at McDonald's with the Mussons. The babes were playing in the playground and there were 2 boys who were horrid little monsters. They were tossing everyone's shoes, whacking other kids at random, and causing a lot of havoc. C-Man was sitting in one of the tubes with Musson-girl, when one of the little monsters crawled into the tube and took a chunk of skin off of C-Man's face. I saw him move away and then I heard C-Man crying. I ran to the playground in time to see the monster start to edge toward's C-Man again. I slammed my fist into the stupid netting and shouted at the kid to leave him alone. I then crawled into the stupid structure so that I could rescue my son. The monster crawled high up into the structure and other mom's were calling their kids to come out. Everyone vacated the area except the monster who was high in the structure. His mom who was just as monstrous, grabbed a broom and was poking at the structure, yelling that she was going to leave him there. Eventually he came down and she left with the 2 beasts. My son, was crying still. He has a huge piece of skin missing from his face. In the aftermath, I realized, that I was lucky that there was a stupid net separating me from this kid. I think I would have yanked him away so hard, he might have been slammed into the shoe rack behind us. That's a scary thought. My first instinct was to protect, regardless the cost.
My mood: tired