Pushover No More

When I was young, you could simply look at me and I’d cry. I was afraid of my parents, uncles, aunts, teachers, professors. It’s amazing how much we change when we become parents.

Change is good. I used to enjoy running all over town on errand day. Now, I appreciate the convenience of completing errands at one location. It makes life easier when you have a 3 year-old that goes everywhere you go.

Last week, when completing our routine at the local grocery slash pharmacy slash bank slash Starbucks, my errand partner was in a cranky mood. The demand had been rearing its head all morning long. By the time we’d hit the deli, bakery and produce, we were close to meltdown mode. “Just one last, quick stop before we checkout and go home,” I said, as I forced the little legs back though the holes of the cart’s seat again.

When we reached the pharmacy, there was just one person ahead of us. I was thanking God for that while prying little arms from my neck when a woman joined the line behind us. Almost immediately, this woman leaned into me from behind and indicated that neither my cart nor my child belonged in this line.

Oh. No. She. Didn’t.

Without any thought, I replied to this woman in a way that would have been considered uncharacteristic of me in the past. You see, when I mentioned meltdown mode, I was talking about mine. I won’t quote myself and I won’t disclose which four-letter words were included in my response but I will say this. I’m almost certain this particular woman will never advise a mother of a cranky, clingy 3 year-old that way again.

My daughter fell asleep on the drive home (another brief God-thanking session) so I had a rare opportunity to reflect.  Driving along, I realized I must look like an idiot laughing to myself out loud. It was more like roaring with laughter. I felt like a proud lioness that had just protected her cub from a predator.

It really is amazing how we change when we become parents. Mind you, I have an almost 17 year-old so my change happened a long time ago. I now recognize my primal transformation to lioness. Or bitch, as I’ve heard it said a time or two. But most certainly, I’m a pushover no more.

Have you ever been a pushover? Did you experience a notable transition, one way or the other, after becoming a parent?

  • http://www.mrstnaturally.blogspot.com Kristen

    Who did the graphic of you holding your daughter on your banner? I LOVE IT and would like something like it for my site! (Mine needs a professional makeover!)

    • http://sweetnessoflife.com Kelli

      Hi Kristen! Thanks for dropping by. I'll be popping over to your site too! Jessica at thepixelista.com made the illustration for me.

  • http://www.mommydigger.com MommyDigger.com

    I was the same way growing up and now I'm not afraid to say something to someone in these types of situations. Good for you!

    I'm a new follower from the Follow Me Back Tuesday Hop! Would love for you to stop by my blog http://www.mommydigger.com and follow me :)

  • http://sweetnessoflife.com Kelli

    Hey Brynn! I know, right? One minute we're timid and tame and the next… Not so much! Thanks for the visit/follow. I love your site design (following).

  • http://www.reallywhatwerewethinking.com Dana K

    I absolutely do not understand the nerve of some people. I will say that becoming a mom has helped to tame my temper somewhat. I would have unleashed a torrent of MEAN on that woman, but I am a lot more conscious of my reactions these days. I think becoming a parent helps us develop skills we need; for some, it's learning to not be a pushover. For me, it was learning to be more understanding & considerate.

  • http://sweetnessoflife.com Kelli Nelson Malik

    Hi Dana:

    It's great to hear the flip side, too. I know that not only have I become a "pushover no more" but at the same time I have developed more patience in handling my kids' behaviors. I never had much in the patience department prior when it came to my nephews or friends' children. So many changes! :)

    I'm so glad you stopped by!

    Kelli