You just never know when Mama Bear will swing into action. She’s always there, hovering silently in the background. Waiting. Ready to pounce and defend when the situation calls; a spirit animal with a ferocious loyalty to her cubs. She’ll tear shreds off anyone who dares to interfere with her young.
Well, Mama Bear emerged from her cave today — with a vengeance.
It was the last day of kindergarten for my six-year-old; a day that was meant to be full of celebration and joy, and a time to reflect on those stand out shining moments of the year.
Instead, I was drawn to my son’s bedroom by the sound of crying — deep guttural sobs and moments of silence, as he struggled to compose himself. His shoulders heaving. His face broken. Eyes squinting and pleading. Tears streaming. The whole works. He was sitting cross-legged in the middle of his room, surrounded by candy canes and cards from his friends. Innocuous enough.