People Hating and Badass-Ness

Yeah that's right folks.

For those of you who know my family, in particular my mother, please disregard the next paragraph.

See, I get the bad-ass-ness from my mother. (for those of you still reading, who know my mother, but chose to read this, do not giggle).  It is true. Maybe not exactly, but our temperments are the same. It probably explains our relationship a whole bunch. Anyway, when eldest child was turning one, I was announcing being preggo with younger child. I was on the outs with my MIL (which turned out to be a forever thing). I did not invite her until a few days before the event (only two days after everyone else because I did not know her address.) Anyway, she showed up and proceeded to be horrible. She was commenting to everyone and anyone how horrible I was and how I almost did not invite her. She was going to "show me." She waiting conviently for my FIL and Step MIL to leave before she pounced on preggo me like a hawk. She yelled at me for keeping her grandchild away from her and turning her child against her. She screamed at me and made me cry (because hormones were not enough). I fled. I left without my kid, the (now) ex, and my bestie. As I drove away, my mother, carrying my one year old, swooped in like an eagle looking for a kill. She shamed my MIL like the best of them. Like a lion guarding her cubs, my mother ripped her a new one.

Ok check back in folks: If I learned two things that day, it was: 1. My MIL was a POS. 2. My mother, despite her conflicting opinions with me, has my back. She is my tag team mate who after winning a match, slams you in the back with a chair just to make sure you know she is the superior one.

Anyway, I notice myself, especially these days, becoming more like my mother. Not in the exact way, but in the way that makes you proud. Like hey, my mother taught me this and now I am being that lion mother for my kids. And It doesnt matter who its against. Even thier dad. I have taken the whole "Do not mess with the lion's young" thing to heart. My kids are my everything. They are the one thing that matters most to me. I could care less if tomorrow I lose my job, wreck my car, and everyone deserted me.  I would have my kids. And you would be damn sure that I would be doing everything the next day to pick myself up for them. Fake it 'til you make it babe!


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