If you know me in real life, you would probably agree I’m generally a compliant and passive person.

You might even say a I’m a people-pleaser. (I’m working on it.)

I don’t like conflict. At all. I am willing to “compromise” with just about anyone…even if that means I just give you whatever you want so I don’t have to argue or feel uncomfortable.


I am finding more and more there is most definitely a Raging Mama Bear inside me.

Funny how I can go through life shrugging off insults, and generally refusing to be bothered or offended by people.


If there is a perceived offense against my husband or kids…that’s an altogether different story, now isn’t it? I know you other Teddy Bears turned Mama Bears know exactly what I mean.

I generally take what I’m given and make the best of it. But when it comes to my kids, I want them to have the best. I’m willing to stick my neck out and risk embarrassment trying to finagle ways to get them into the best Kindergarten class for crying out loud. I’m not above breaking known rules against requesting specific teachers, or taking cookies to the school administrators in a lame attempt at bribery. Who is this strange person?

If someone doesn’t like me, or maybe has a mis-perception about the kind of person I am, I try extra hard to be especially likable around them, spending untold energy trying to get them to be my friend. (It’s really a sickness.) But if someone doesn’t like my husband…it generally just makes me mad. Really mad. There’s no trying to be their friend or win them over. It’s much easier in that case to just decide they must be jerks and I don’t like them. And probably never will. (Hmm..apparently I need to work on both the “complete dismissal” Hyde personality as well as the people-pleasing Jekyll personality.)

I should say that no one has recently transgressed against my husband or kids. But that’s the thing….nothing has to even actually directly happen to one of them for that Raging Mama Bear to start to rear her head.

I’m sure you can relate to watching tragic news stories about abuses against children…and suddenly there is that Mama Bear…raging inside you, thinking of what you might be capable of doing to someone who violated your child in that way.

I’m trying to figure out how to best harness this Mama Bear power, that seems to get stronger every year I’m a wife and mom. In no time at all I’ll be able to bend steel pipes and tear apart phone books with my bare hands….

Or not.

6 comments on “Growl.

  1. The picture is perfect!
    I’m surprised by how I respond to people’s kids being mean to Carter. Kind of want to hurt the kid’s feelings myself! How sick?!
    Surprising because I realize this is such a natural part of childhood.
    Relatable post.

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  2. Last week I came dangerously close to making an unfriendly comment to the mother of our teammate who had just stolen the soccer ball from my son. Thankfully I can’t think quick enough to come up with a clever comment for her, so I kept my mouth shut.

    But don’t think I won’t discuss “teamwork” of this continues to be a problem.

  3. I only get growling upset when someone messes with my wife. Not an easily offended person in regards to my kids…I guess I know from experience that what I see and perceive with my kids is rarely the entire story.

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