I cannot stop shaking. My breath is fast and deep. My heart is racing rapidly, while uncontrollable tears are streaming down my sweaty face. My mind is spinning with thoughts so horrible, they ought never be spoken into existence. Never. My precious Son; baby Jeremiah, age 2; is the one who has had the honor of causing my disturbance today. Today. Ariel has had the honor many, many times herself. She is quite experienced in causing heart attacks for Mommy; unbeknownst to her of course. Today, I know exactly what I am capable of doing for my children. I would kill; I would steal; I would lie; I would jump in front of a speeding train in a split second. I would move them to a far away land if necessary. I would do anything to save them from harm, hurt, and pain.Their well being is more significant to me than my own life; and I would give it up for them faster than your heart could beat one time. I am a Mother Bear. I would ravenously protect my precious angels from a 10 foot giant like Goliath; I would shoot my own Grandmother straight in the forehead if I had to, point blank. I would let my body be pulled apart, limb from limb, and then burned, if it would save my babies. I cannot live without them. I was born to be their mother. Without them, I am void. Without Ariel & Jeremiah, I am purposeless. Without my babies; I have not one reason to live. I had a dream the other night. A nightmare, if you will. It was I, Ariel, & Jeremiah. We were in an unfamiliar, desolate land, and the terrain was rocky and desertous. We had to salvage food with others afflicted by poverty. Several times in the dream, both of my children were viciously stolen from me; being violently ripped away from my safe nest of arms by savages as I shouted and fought. To no avail, the kids were napped, and I hopelessly witnessed as they were dragged far away from me. It grew errily dark. In my soul. I was completely and utterly restless. I hunted for them through the trecherous gully; I searched dilligently for them through thick, thorny forrests. I trecked through steep, muddy creeks and scaled merciless boulders and mountains. I screamed out their names with all my might in desperate anguish and bitter agony. "Ariel! Jeremiah! Where are you?!"I shouted and pined for them as my body and mind went into shock simultaneously. My heart was crushed beyond deliverance. I was absolutely devastated. My spirit was crippled with brokeness. I couldn’t breathe, but the will to find my children wouldn’t let me give up. Just then, I saw a shadow in the distance. I ran as fast as my body would allow, but it was like jogging on a treadmill. The more strenuously I sprinted, alas, the images remained as far as the eye could see. No closer was I to my children than when I had first begun. Yet, in the dream, I ran like the wind eagerly in their direction without tire. Finally, the darkness was lifted; and there were my babies; dirty and naked with the savages. They were wandering about in the wilderness, miserable and lost. But they were alive. Somehow, I don’t remember now, I recovered them away from the savages and carried them to a secluded cave. All I remember was biting a man’s arm and jerking beard hair out of a savage’s face. The danger had passed over us, for now. This was the last time they were going to be stolen from me. I would have to be taken dead or alive, if another attempt were to be made. I tightly fastened a red leash onto Jeremiah, then Ariel, and then Myself; convinced that this maneuver would be successful at keeping them safe. I wanted to put them back inside my abdomen, where once their nine month cocoon had cradled them safe and sound, where I could bear all their pain for them. Take it away and protect them from danger and fear. I squeezed them both as close to my body as they could possibly stand. I know many countless mothers who would do no less for their own children. It is our nature. Our God given, primal Instinct.Once you feel that first baby kick in your growing womb; see that first ultrasound heart beating; nurse your first born for the first time as they hungrily draw from the nourishment God has allowed you to provide them..... it is over. You, formerly known as yourself, are gone forever and will never return. But this is not a bad thing at all. We are all Mother Bears. If you want to live, and value your life, don’t you dare cross our kids. You will regret it as nothing has ever been regretted before.You will surely wish your mommy were there to save you. But she won’t be, and that’s no shame. Glinda Bustamante
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