You know how you always hear people label other moms as ‘mama bears?’ Basically meaning that they can get fierce, feisty and ultra protective when it comes to their children? This may sound weird but I always hoped I could be one. I hoped I wouldn’t have to be one too often, but I hoped that if the time ever came, that I would be brave enough to stand up for my child or do whatever I had to do to protect my child. I’m a very non confrontational, awkward human being so sometimes this seemed like a lofty goal, but I always assumed that if it came to my son I would do anything. Yesterday I learned that I can indeed me a Mama Bear and to be honest I am feeling really, really proud of that.
H has graduated from his infant carseat and we just recently got his new seat. During the day yesterday he was perfectly content with his bowl of snacks and watching Octonauts so I figured it’d be a good time to run out to my car and take the old carseat out and install the new one. Our door that goes out to our driveway is only a few feet from where my car was parked and I left the door open a bit so I was able to see/hear H while I switched seats. For this story its important to know a little about what our porch looks like out of this door. There is no railing around it. The driveway is off to the right and the stairs are parallel to the driveway. (does this make any sense? no? sorry.. thats the best i’ve got)
So there I am trying to work quickly when all of the sudden someone starts talking to me. A guy, probably a few years younger than me was standing behind me and asking me if I’d heard about some product he was trying to sell. I didn’t really pay attention to his little speech and when he’d finished it I informed him I wasn’t interested. He seemed nice enough and I recall thinking I wished more salesmen were like him because he was so cool to take the rejection and leave. He took about one step away then turned back to me and asked if he could use my restroom. Wild Man was at work, my baby was inside — it just felt sketchy and scary so I just straight up said, “no, sorry I’m not comfortable with that,” thinking that was the gutsiest thing I’d have to do that day. Honestly, to me that felt like being a Mama Bear because that was a form of confrontation and let me remind you again that I avoid confrontation like the plague. He turned back around and I figured he was off to the next house to try and sell his product. A second later I looked up and HE WAS WALKING TOWARDS THE DOOR TO MY HOUSE. He was closer to the door than I was and I knew H was in there. It was like every scary story I’d heard in the news recently rushed into my head and my blood started to boil and my heart started to race and I yelled, “excuse me?” as he got to the four stairs that lead to the door. He turned to me and said, “I just really have to use the restroom.”
This is where the Mama Bear kicked into gear inside me. Something took over my body because there is no way I should have beat him to my door. I had to run around my car and jump up the ledge from our driveway to the porch. I got there right before he reached our door. I ran inside and slammed the door and locked it.
Maybe all he really wanted to do was use the bathroom. But you DON’T go waltzing into someones house – especially when they told you NO. Maybe nothing would have happened. But also maybe something would have happened. Maybe my day could have turned out a lot worse. You never know and I’ll never know. But I knew my baby was inside my house and didn’t want some stranger to even so much as look at him so I did what I had to do to ensure he stay safe.
I was pretty freaked out for a while and needed a bit to calm down. I called the police station and reported it and ultimately felt safe inside of my locked house. But it was a scary situation. I’m very grateful all turned out well and that somehow I was able to run faster than I’ve ever run.
I am a Mama Bear.