Being a Mother has brought out a side of me that I didn't previously know existed. A primal instinct that I didn't know before has suddenly reared it's ugly head.
You see, since Cooper was born I have become incredibly protective. For example, I think my kid is the best there ever has been, is, or ever will be. He's basically the greatest thing since sliced bread. He's a pretty cool dude and I'm pretty proud of him. And he's only eight months old.
And this protective-ism isn't just for my darling son. It especially covers my niece, Kinley. I like her a little. She's a pretty special gal. And she's pretty cute. I'm just sayin'.
I also feel this way about my hubby, my family, and even my students.
Yip. It's like as soon as this kid made an appearance, everything changed.
Well, everything really did change. You know, sleepless nights, diaper bags, changing diapers, rectal thermometers, gravity began to take place, Friday night bedtime at 9:00, my idea of a good time includes sweat pants and potato chips (wait, that was my idea of a good time before he was born) etc.
Anyways, I'm devoted to my family and I will stand by them through thick and thin.
However, if somebody was to make fun of this hair-do, I'm gonna go ahead and say I'd let it happen.
Yeah, I'd definitely let it happen.
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