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Saturday, May 11, 2013

Don't Mess with The Mama Bear

I call it The Mama Bear.

Little Son basically summed up The Mama Bear Syndrome the other day when he said, "Mom, I don't get how you can be so nice one moment and then so mean the next."

This was my reply to him, "It's because somebody messed with The Mama Bear."


One moment I can be sweet as honey and even cute and cuddly while enjoying the berries in the forest.  The next moment I can be fierce as fire, showing my claws, and roaring louder than anyone around.  I'm The Mama Bear and when I want to be heard, I will find a way.

Why does this happen?  I could blame hormones . . . since they do cause many female quandries.  But I think it's more than that.  What brings out The Mama Bear?

I have found that for me, I become The Mama Bear usually when someone or something messes with my family or our goal of family happiness.  In real life, I'm actually kinda quiet and will patiently let things happen around me without too much worry.  Or I can even be wimpy and not dare do stuff.  But if someone "steps on my babies" (as My Mama used to say) then The Mama Bear comes out of nowhere and finds a way to protect them.

Somehow when I'm in Mama Bear mode, I do not care who hears me, how embarrassing I look, or who is standing in my way.  I have an inner strength (albeit a little crazy) that comes out.

In real life I hate spiders and bugs.  I will get away from them and yes, even scream.  But if one of those spiders or bugs gets near my baby . . . I have no problem pounding it and yes, even touching it!

In real life I am nice to people I don't know and just meet out and around town.  But if one of those people even looks at my baby the wrong way . . . The Mama Bear takes over.

But I've decided it's a gift from God.  It's probably how women survived the terrors of World War II.  It's probably how pioneer women were able to bear children in the middle of nowhere and survive the hardships of life.  And I think it's how we women now protect our children from predators and the evils of our world today.

We use that same Mama Bear strength to teach them goodness.  It's how we shield them from inappropriate media.  It's how we teach them not to do drugs. It's how we demand honesty and integrity in an ever-increasing dishonest world.  It's how we show them how to make good choices, even when no one else is.

So to you my readers, find your inner Mama Bear.  I hope The Mama Bear comes out regularly and protects your family from the ugly things of this world.  What brings out The Mama Bear in you?

--Lisa









10 comments:

  1. Reminds me of the poem by Kipling called the Female of the Species is more Deadly Than the Male. Mamma Bear's rock the world. Sometimes a lot :).

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  2. My inner Mama Bear gets me into a lot of trouble. She sometimes regrets her rash reactions. She fiercely loves her cubs though.

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    1. Hahaha! Yes me too! Sometimes I don't need to be such a mama bear all the time!

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  3. Yes! I am extremely non-confrontational... until you mess with my babies!

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  4. I loved this post! I am very proud of my "momma bear syndrome!" I love your blog!

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    1. Yes! It's a good thing to be proud of! Thanks for stopping by!

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  5. The Mama Bear is an amazing super-power-force! It is an overwhelming fighting instinct to protect your kids! The first time I experienced it, I was with my sister and our first babies in a restaurant outside of Seattle. A creepy guy was watching us and would not look away when I glared right back at him. We decided to leave, but not until I marched over to a neighboring table of beefy baseball players and announced in my infamous boisterous voice, "Excuse me....see that guy over there?" (I pointed straight at the creep and stared him down). "He had been watching us and making us feel uncomfortable. Could you please watch him and make sure he doesn't follow us outside?!"

    The athletes all turned and scowled at the man across the room and replied....as they puffed out their chests, "NO PROBLEM!"

    We went peacefully on our way.....but I was fueled with such a surge of adrenaline, I could have run a marathon!

    It's a God-given SUPER POWER! Don't mess with the mama! :)

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    1. Oh my heavens, that is PERFECT example. Just what I'm talking about!! Love how you handled it too!

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