One Protective Momma

From the moment Brody entered this world a whole new me has appeared. I always figured that I would be the protective type of mom, but I didn't realize that it would run like a strong electric current throughout my entire being. It could definitely be compared to that of a momma bear protecting her cubs. Mess with my kid, you mess with me.

I absolutely HATE being told how to raise my baby more than anything. You know, I know I have only been a mom for 8 months now, but I am positive that I am doing everything that Brody needs. I feel like it is completely natural to be a mom. I also believe that only a mom knows whats best for her baby. Each kid is different and everyone parents differently. I don't like being stopped and told that my kid shouldn't have a pacifier, or that its too cold and he should have on socks, or whatever....I'm the mom, I am doing okay thank you very much. Being a mom is my full time job, I do not come to your work and tell you what to do. Whether you've been a mom for 5 minutes or 58 years, everyone thinks they're an expert.

This Easter was Brody's very first, and I was pretty excited about it. Trevor and I...or maybe I should say the Easter Bunny got an Easter basket for Brody despite the fact that he's too little to have any of the treats that go in it. I mostly just wanted him to have a basket and to pull out the grass and play with the plastic eggs, and that's exactly what he did. The second he saw the basket he started crawling right to it. He had lots of fun. Our Easter plans weren't that big really. We ate lunch at my Aunt Gina's house with the few relatives that were in town. All of Trevor's brothers were home and we were able to spend some time with them out to dinner that night and then lunch at Trevor's parents on Sunday. That is when the protectiveness came out.

Like I said before, everyone parents differently and I am SURE that there are things Trevor and I do that some people may not like, but there are things that I would never do with mine. On Sunday when we were at Trevor's parents house we were waiting for lunch to be ready when one of our nephews walked up to Brody while he was sitting on my lap and just SPIT right in his face. I don't know that I have ever been so mad in my whole life! If he had not been moved out of the room I am not so sure that I wouldn't have caused some bodily harm to that 5 year old. I don't think I have ever wanted to kill a little kid until that moment. I was so angry. I know that if my kid had done something like that, excuse the term but, there would have been hell to pay. He for sure would have been swatted and definitely been put in time out or something, but our nephew got talked to in another room and then had to say sorry. That is how those parents chose to handle things, and really and truly that is there prerogative, but when your kid starts to hurt other people or damage other peoples things, I just think there should be more punishment than that.

Needless to say, I spent the rest of Sunday pretty ticked off, and then all day Monday every time I thought about it I would just fume. The more people times people tell me how to parent my own kid the more I realize how offensive it is, and I try not to tell others how they should do things so I didn't say one word, but I don't think I can promise to always bite my tongue if ANYONE ever hurts or does anything to my baby. I think that I will always be an extremely protective mom.