Why, then, do we think this concept is lost on humans? Why do we think it is ok to take someones child, threaten to take their infants, steal their precious little munchkins and NOT step back to think, "Oh, my. I may really anger the mother. My life just might be in danger. NO WORRIES! We have opposable thumbs! My life is safe. To steal the child!" False, my friends. A resounding FALSE.
A particularly ignorant human being threatened my beautiful Princess. The shining, sweet, incredibly polite, rather stubborn-like-her-mommy, incredibly easy going and magnificently beautiful little gift that I carried for the most miserable nine months of my life and fed from my body for another long six. The women who gush about how great pregnancy is? Hate them. But I digress.
So, this particular human being who had been absent, granted partially through no immediate fault of his own due to job/government obligations, dared to take my child. Not only dared to do so, but LIED, only days prior to attempting to steal my beloved, and swore he would never. Yet there I was, in a cold courtroom in February, listening to a lawyer attempt to tell me I was an unfit mother because I left her father, and should therefore lose the beautiful wonder I had spent agonizing amounts of time creating in my body, COMPLETELY ALONE. Again, I digress.
What then ensued was months of custody battle, because he had run out of excuses to delay the actual divorce proceedings. Nine months of dillydallying had come to an end, and the only way to drag it out longer was to attempt, then, to take my child. Bad move, buddy. Do not anger the Mama Bear! What ensued were tortuous months, where at one point I genuinely believed they were going to take my baby girl because of his... rather agressive lawyer; of anger, hurt, and total disbelief that this was ever in play. The emotions that came bubbling to the surface were never out of any attachment to her father, but rather out of the raw natural instinct to protect my child any way I must.
Today, my wonderful, bumbling lawyer awoke me with news he was off to a pre-trial conference with his lawyer to try and finalize all these details. No more delays, no more pushbacks, no more of the games they were trying to play to continue this mess after almost a year and a half later. Time to get to business and end it. I was able to sleep in, the beautiful sun was shining in my window, birds were singing, and my mind was soon about to have ultimate peace on this matter. It was a good morning. Not 20 minutes later, he calls again to inform me that his lawyer had agreed to sign some numbered form I didn't bother remembering the name of, and all would be over - read complete, ended, finito, no mas - in less than a week. She said they would agree to the terms, and signed a form proving it. It's done.
All of this morning, I have felt like dancing. Tango, salsa, waltz, booty dance - you name it, I probably attempted to do it out of sheer glee. This fiasco is over, and Mommy has come out glorious and on top. We have fought and yelled and tried to make nice and done stupid word dances all over the place to try and get what we want. But he forgot one very important thing. One seemingly insignificant, yet overwhelmings crucial thing - MOMMY ALWAYS WINS.
While I would have liked to, at countless intervals, rip his arms off and claw him to shreds for daring to take away my beautiful baby, I didn't. I held myself upright, because after all, we have opposable thumbs. He will still see her plenty, and she will always have her daddy in her life. But she will continue to be, and always will be, "My Cairo."
So, remember - the mama bear always wins. Rawr!
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