The thumping growing louder in my chest. Da dump, da dump. Da dump.
Like the moment a needle hits the vein, the feeling had taken over me. It was in control and my actions of the situation depended on my full control. It would guide me but not maneuver me.
My mind raced with many emotions all at once but I needed to stay focused on what had to be done.
My instinct took over and I calculated what the outcome should be. You could see it in my eyes. The tone of my voice had changed from a low to that of a rabid animal.
The emotion was raw, like an open wound. It easily surfaced.
I would not let what others had done to me, be repeated with my offspring. Their well being depended on my course of action. I would not stand by and witness it anymore.
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Wow, this is really powerful. I like how you conjured a rapid animal as the example for your maternal instinct. Great job.
Oo! Fierce! You really took off with this line: "The tone of my voice had changed from a low to that of a rabid animal."
I will not cross your children. ever.
Powerful writing!
Very powerful description of maternal instincts.
don't mess with Mama Bear!! i'm right there with you and have felt this exact way recently in the playground of all places!
You have some very lucky children to have a mom like you to protect them as you do!
Thank you! At that moment, I felt like an animal.
Thank you!
Sadly, this happened at a family function.
Thank you! I don't want people to fear me and I had hoped to avoid this situation but it HAD to happen. ( my reaction)
I totally see myself in this .. should that occasion arise!
Those instincts are powerful! So glad you listened to them!
I love the strength of your writing and your declaration!
Wow. So powerful! My heart was beating, too!
Oh that Mama bear instinct is not to be messed with, is it?
Fantastic job- I'm so sorry that it's true!
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