Teenage Boys vs Mama Bear

When I was a little girl, I passed a pack of teenage boys hanging out at my elementary school on my way home from piano lessons. A few minutes later, I heard someone come up behind me on a bike. The rider passed me and kept going faster and faster until he was riding right in front of where I was walking. As I was walking he put his hand behind his back and pulled down his pants far enough that I could see his bare bum.

I could hear the boys laughing at the elementary school behind me and cheering him on. I didn't look right or left but straight ahead as the boy on the bike rode back to his friends. I walked all the way home looking straight ahead. 

When I walked in my front door my mom greeted me and asked, "Kylie, is something wrong"

I burst into tears and my story came spilling out. As I told her what happened her eyebrows got lower and lower and I saw a flame ignite in her eyes.

Her voice dropped to a low and measured growl as she commanded: "Get in the car."

I obediently slid into the passenger seat and as my mom drove with a focused and fiery passion I became both thrilled and terrified to find out what she was going to do.

She pulled into the school parking lot to find the same group of boys right where I had left them. 

"Are these the boys?" she asked me. 

"Yes." I whispered.

As my mom stepped out of the car and slammed the door behind her I slumped down in my seat as far as I could. Over the dashboard I saw her march up to those boys and look them straight in the eye. In a slow, low voice that rang with power and authority she said, "Who mooned my daughter?"

The boys began to cower before this towering force and stammered "What....is mooning?" 

"Which one of you pulled down his pants in front of my daughter!?”

The boys began to look terrified and responded with a stunned silence.

My mother whipped out her cell phone, which were still rare in those days, and brandished it at them like a sword.

“I have a cell phone!” she shouted, “and I know how to use it!!”

At this the boys began to yell and flee in a panic.

But mama bear was not done with them yet. The principal of the school, Mr. Ficken, had just walked out of the front door of the school and she ran after the boys, up to the principal and, pointing an accusing finger at the boys, yelled "They mooned my daughter!!!" 

He looked stunned for a moment (probably at the sheer force of her presence) and then started chasing after the boys. I could hear their terrified and fading screams all the way from the car.

Satisfied, my mom watched their flight for a moment and then walked back to the car and sat in the drivers seat with her head held high. 

I looked up at her. She looked at me. And we smiled.

Happy Mother's Day to the best Mama Bear.