I mean, I am THAT mom so very often. THAT mom who is yelling at her kids or yelling for her kids or yelling at someone for other kids. THAT mom who questions the rules that are illogical. THAT mom that bucks the system when it makes no sense. THAT mom who, at 36, is still learning when to fight and when to let it go.
Sometimes, I want to be THAT mom though, the one over there, looking cute, always soft-spoken, who follows the rules, who never fights back, who sits quietly while I am yelling at someone in defense of HER kid, the one who has the ability to go with the flow, roll with the punches, who never has to choose to fight or let go because she's just not a fighter.
Most of the time, I'm good with being the fighter, the standerupper, the THAT mom that the kids know will defend them, but sometimes, I get tired, and I lose my fight, and I just can't do it anymore. Today, this week, these past couple of months, the fight in me is just exhausted, yet I push on, wondering, yet again, "why me?"