Mama Bear? More Like Mama Lion...

Like most normal human beings, under general circumstances, I like being right. And like most normal human beings, I'm protective of my family--my family, of course, being the people that I love, blood or no blood. But there are times when I have to step back and realize that as much as I might want to, I can't protect them from everything, nor is it my place to try...which inevitably lead to times when I abandon all care of whether I am right or wrong, and do whatever is necessary to support my family in a time of need.

I have no problem admitting that I'll throw out an I told you so when it comes to matters of non-importance...for instance, once someone insisted that Aretha Franklin sang Lady Marmelade. I insisted she did not--because I knew that Labelle did. And when the time came that the facts came to light, I was ready with a laugh and a light-hearted I told you so. Nobody got hurt, nobody's life was changed, nobody had to deal with unpleasantness. Those are the I told you so's I don't have a problem with.

However, in times of a more serious nature, not only does it not occur to me to say I told you so...it occurs to me that I hate the fact that I was right. I hate that I saw something coming but was powerless to stop it--I hate that, even though (because I am painfully forthright) I voiced my concerns, a member of my family ends up having to deal with drama, bullshit, pain, annoyance, or any other manner of unpleasantness.

What kind of Mama Lion would I be if I abandoned my primary motivation--to love and support the people I care for--by taking pleasure in the fact that I was right? More often than not, though I don't like being wrong, I still wish that I was.