Cock—A—Doodle—F***—You

Sunday is Mother’s Day, and boy have I been feeling like a mother these last couple of weeks. A mother hen, that is.

Motherhood has not been an easy transition for me. I never felt the burning desire to have kids. I didn’t need them to complete me, and in fact, to this day, I’m sometimes on the fence about having kids. But I do have kids, two to be exact, and they’re beyond anything I could have ever imagined. They bring out the absolute best and worst in me, and remind me how selfish I was pre-kids. My daily emotions run the gamut when dealing with these two strong-willed creatures: love, delight, frustration, ruefulness, giddiness…you get the idea.

Lately, however, I’ve been feeling angry. Really spit-flying angry.

Watching your child’s feelings get hurt can be pretty awful and gut-wrenching. Sometimes they have to manage the pain themselves and learn to navigate these situations. Other times it’s easier to make light of and try to laugh together over a problem. And then there are times when it takes every cell in my body to contain my emotions and not go full-throttle ballistic on the perpetrator, regardless of the perpetrator’s age—3, 9, 13, 27, 46…

For the last couple of weeks my son has been stuck in a situation that has riled me so much veins pop out on my forehead and my eyes burn red when I recount what’s going on. I say he’s stuck because it involves a team situation, commitment to said team, and not quitting on himself or his team. I will not go into gossipy details, but just trust me when I say the issues involved include favoritism, an emphasis on winning above all else, and humiliation in front of your peers. Bottom line, it’s not the kind of coaching that brings out the best in anyone, including me.

My husband and I have decided to turn this “issue” into a “learning moment”. Another illustration of the old “life isn’t fair” scenario for which my son will be a better person. But secretly, what I really want to do is put on my Warrior Princess outfit and teach this coach a thing or two or four. Shall we step into the ring? Let’s Get Ready To Rumblllllllllllle!

Here’s a little inspiration for the Warrior Princess inside you. Happy Mother’s Day! Cock-A-Doodle-Doo!