The craziest thing I’ve ever seen my mom do are two things, once when I was a little boy and once as a teenager.
When I was about 7 years old I was riding around my neighborhood on my brand new BMX bike and came across a group of teenagers. My guess is they were about 16 to 17. They asked if they could see my bike and never gave it back. I was devastated. I never experienced anything like that and I started crying from that spot all the way back home.
When I got home I was trying to find my dad because he was strong. My dad was ill-tempered and I would see him fighting a lot with random strangers either through road rage or other people who messed with him. I knew even at 7 he would handle business, but he wasn’t there. My mom was and asked me what’s wrong.
I explained the situation to her in a 7-year-old’s hysterical vocabulary and what happened next changed the way I viewed my mother in terms of strength, both mentally and physically. Understand, this was in the ’80s times were different then. My mother asked me to point from our window where they were and poof she was gone. Here’s a photo of her and me at 5 years old. My mom was 22 here. It’s not the same bike I had at 7, but you get the deal.
I then ran up to my bedroom window and peeked from my window in a helpless feeling because I didn’t want my mom to get hurt. My mom, no bullshit, went up to those kids, put her hair in a pony tail and and slapped the two kids and wrestled with the third to get the bike back. I’m pretty sure her screaming and the first two shots shocked them and they honestly didn’t know what to do. They backed off slowly and then left.
She brought back the bike and that’s when I realized that my mother was just as strong as my father, she protected me and stood up for me, and I’ll never forget that as long as I live. Now I’m a strong grown man and protect her. She’s had horrible luck with men since my father, and I’ve even had to put hands on a couple of men that have done her wrong.
The second most shocking thing I ever saw my mom do was when I was 13. She threw a big 1990’s phone book directly at my father’s face during a physical domestic dispute between the two of them.
She threw it so hard that she knocked my father’s glasses off, and he fell to the floor in a daze. My father was an extremely abusive man, both to my mother and me, and that day she just simply had enough and snapped after he roughed her up. I would like to think that my mother is a kind, loving, and sensitive person, but man, when she gets tilted, she goes all in.
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