I’ve never been much of a person to complain. Even if I’m left waiting for 30 minutes for a meal, I figure that someone is probably having an off day. Don’t sweat the small stuff, I tell myself, especially when it comes to little old me. A little waiting or inconvenience is nothing in the scope of things.
However, the voice of a woman I’ve never heard before came roaring out of me today.
I apologize but I can’t go into the details but I’ll just say that I never felt as compelled as I was today to stand up to something that was clearly wrong. I felt super guilty but still righteous in my actions. It was a weird feeling.
Things worked out and apologies were made and I only hope that it doesn’t happen to anyone else. I don’t regret my actions. I never felt that righteous about anything before, well not about anything close to me.
I suppose that’s what mother’s feel when they see something upsetting their children or potentially harming their children. I’m not a mother so I can’t be certain. But I believe that the feeling I had this morning watching someone receive undue grief led Ms. Pantrygirl to step up for the first time.
If you’ve been following along in my ramblings here, you’ll know that motherhood and being a good mom have been thoughts that recur in my head.
What makes a good mom and how does one acquire the traits of a good mom? I guess I answered one of my questions.
