in situations like these, i instantly think of myself and my own child and how absolutely devastated i would be if anything ever happened to him. and how the only time where i truly feel animalistic urges come out inside me is when blake is in "danger." i feel like i turn into a fucking mama bear who will kill or maim anyone who comes near or threatens to harm her cub. it's almost uncontrollable. being a mom makes you an animal.
i remember this one time when i was at the mall with my mom. blake was probably around 2 years old. we were at the jewelry counter and blake was walking and putting his hands on the jewelry case to brace himself and just wandering around. well he walked in front of this older lady and i'm pretty sure he knocked into her. not hard at all- just probably more annoying than anything. but that fucking bitch PUSHED him. and i lost.my.shit. i felt this rage inside me well up and i wanted to beat the living shit out of this woman. like HOW DARE SHE not only touch my child, but SHOVE him to the point of almost falling over. he was a little kid. and he wasn't hers to touch. and he didn't deserve it. it was so long ago that i can't remember what was specifically said, but i do remember yelling something super mature like, "don't you fucking touch my kid!!"
i just remember the feelings. being SO angry. feeling like an animal- literally. like i could tear this woman from limb to limb if i had too. and would.. willingly if it meant keeping my son safe.
has there ever been a time where the mama (or papa) bear was brought out in you? tell me about it.