***This post is dedicated to parents who are working tirelessly to advocate for their children’s well-being. God bless you!
When I was a kid, the month of October bore two special gifts. First, it brought much needed respite from Georgia’s 200° ‘hell hot’ summer days.
And, best of all, it brought the fair!
My friends, I can’t begin to tell you how much my baby brother and I loved going to the fair! While there, we faced down Ferris wheels, haunted houses, bumper cars, and ‘flying pirate’ ships. One of our favorite rides was the Himalayas! Baby, that thing flung us around and around, forwards and backwards! We lived for the music, flashing lights and the carny/DJ yelling “Do you want to go faster?”
Yes my dear hearts, it was ALL good in October at the fair…until it wasn’t!
You see, one time, while we were at the fair, my brother Tack, a fearless and curious kid, walked over to a balloon stand. My mother, her friend and I were standing nearby chatting. All of a sudden, we heard a harsh voice bark: “Get your hands off that!” Well…it seems that my brother, who was about five years old, had touched one of the balloons- much to the chagrin of the ‘balloon man.’ To top it off, the ‘balloon man’ pushed my brother’s hand back!
Clearly he didn’t know whose child he was messing with!
Before I could fully process what was happening, my mother had jumped -20 feet- right into the ‘balloon’ man’s face and yelled “Who the hell do you think you messin’ with, you don’t put your damn hands on my child!”
Yes, it got UGLY!!
Soon after that, a small crowd began to gather; some of whom had already witnessed the events. In fact, a lady who had been standing near the balloon stand said, “the child barely touched the balloon and that bastard yelled and hit at him.” Baby, by now, every mother at the fair was gunning for the ‘balloon man.’ Please believe that this poor guy quickly learned about the superhuman powers of a mother who has gone into protective attack mode for her child.
Anyway, my friends, you’ll be happy to know that in the end, everything worked out fine. As a matter of fact, my brother ended up getting a bigger and better looking balloon from a different stand.
So, there is a point to this story and it is two-fold:
-We all need to be protective of any and every child.
-If you (man, woman or child) have a dream, you should nurture and defend your dream as a mother would her child. Be sure to quickly recognize the cranky ‘balloon man’ and stop him before he harms your ‘baby.’
What are you fiercely protective of?