Mother Bear or Mother Hen?

Last week I stared down a man at a restaurant, who unwisely chose to stare at my special-needs son.  Okay, so maybe said son was pacing during dinner.  And maybe said man was just watching the show.  However, some instinct deep within put me into fight-or-flight mode.  I stared at him until I caught his eye and he looked away.  Another of my kids said, “Way to go, Mom!”  Mission accomplished.

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An hour ago, my husband and I returned from a day trip to pick up our firstborn from college.  He’s done with his freshman year.  I can hardly believe it.  On the drive home, my husband asked how different emotions seemed from 9 months ago, when we dropped him off early for soccer camp.  My firstborn said, “Shouldn’t you be asking Mom that question?”

I was quick to point out that I may have been sad, but at least I wasn’t chicken!

Speaking of chickens, my chicks are finally all back in the nest.  My heart is full.