The mama bear routine. Have you embraced it? Have you snapped at strangers who have tried to impose idiotic ideas on your children? (Think: little boys don’t cry!) Have you told the childcare workers at the gym that you would rather not see your child festooned with princess paraphernalia after you ran your ass ragged on the elliptical?
I may or may not have done some of those things.
I had two major fears about my status as a Mama Bear before I had any cubbies. My first fear was that I would be an over-the-top jackass imposing my will on the whole wide world in the name of “protecing my kids.” My second fear was that I would be a pushover who let other kids bully my kids and other parents bully me.
The truth is that I am somewhere in the middle. I’m not terribly fierce, but I speak up when someone talks down to my kids or tries to shut them down emotionally. I pick and choose when to intervene between my children and the other people they encounter in the world. (I am still mulling over an interaction where a caretaker went to great lengths to tell Sadie she didn’t want to be like her “because she’s fat and no one wants to be fat.”)
It’s mighty hard to know when to jump in with all my mama bear gusto. But I am crystal clear on one thing: It’ll be a frigid day in hell when I correct my children’s grandparents. Like Kelvin zero.
Wanna know why? Click here for my latest on Mom.me about why the grandparents get a pass.