Don’t Mess With Momma Bear
While paying for the gas she’d just pumped into her car, a mother in Everett, Washington, was horrified to see a man get into her unlocked car – which had her eight-year-old daughter in the back. “He could have my car,” said Ms. Trapp, “Just not my daughter.” He didn’t get either. Five-foot-five Ms. Trapp, fuelled by the desperate adrenaline of a mother whose child is in peril, hauled that six-foot man right out of her car. The would-be thief called her crazy. While I couldn’t say for sure what I’d do in that situation unless I were to find myself in it, I bet the mom saw it more like this: which is crazier — to take a risk to save my child, or to stand back while she’s stolen away?
Me, I think it’s crazy to get between momma bear and her baby.
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I never knew the kind of love I’d feel for my children before I had them. If I ever heard someone say “I’d kill for my child”, I thought they were nuts.
Not anymore. I think you’d have to be crazy to get between a mother and her child!
Damn straight.
I am amazed by the audacity of the thief in every respect, including and especially calling her “crazy.” Good for Momma Bear!
Apparently loads of cars are stolen from the garage forscourt. Not only do people leave them unlocked, but many leave the keys in the ignition & as a bonus they have a free full tank of gas!
I always lock my car when going to pay for my fuel.
But if that had been me, that man would not only have been lying on the forecourt floor, but he would not be getting up in a hurry either.
Good for that mom! And this story is one of the many reasons that I never leave my son in the car (locked or not), even just for a second to run in and pay for gas, etc. He’s too precious not to take the time.
Like the momma bear parable 😉 Very apt!
Watch out u men out there who thinks females are weak.
Madness it is to get between the two, even greater madness is leaving the car unlocked!
Andie: It’s true, you know. I’m finding that as my kids become teens (and bigger than me) I’m losing that momma bear urge, at least in the sense of protecting them physically. (This could also be because – touch wood – my kids are not into physically damaging/dangerous activites that some teens get into.) But emotionally? I still ache for them like no others, and want to hurt and maim the bullies and the sneerers! ‘Course I don/t…
Misfit: 🙂
Jen: That struck me, too. She was “crazy”, evidently, because she’d done something he hadn’t expected. Thus proving how criminally stupid he is, because who wouldn’t expect a mother to protect her child?
MrsA: I’ve never heard of this happening before, though of course, as you say, you can see the attraction for the criminal: car, keys, and full tank of gas!
“Wouldn’t be getting up in a hurry”, hmm? Pity the man who tries something like this on you!
Cheryl: Had I any notion of this when my kids were little, I’d have locked the doors, for sure. Wandering with three small children, one of whom would not have had a hand to hang on to, across the busy tarmac doesn’t seem particularly safe either, so locking the doors will have to do!
QueenBee: Thanks. I got the term from a friend who is from Manitoba originally. Is it particular to him, or to his home town (Winnipeg)? I’m not sure, but I’ve always liked it.
Si: I wonder what the stats are for this particular crime, which I’d never heard of before I read that article? Which is not to say tht locking the door isn’t a good idea, and the woman in the article has learned her lesson there! (As have I, BTW!) Just that she may not be blame-worthy for not having thought of it before.
My mother once told me that if someone hurt me (and I assume she meant molest or kill me) she would bring a gun to court and kill the guy. I never really understood that until I had my own kids.
Also, I was filling my car up with gas the other day (for the first time with the kids in the car) and I thought… “What did people do before you could pay at the pump?”
Yep–if you can’t pay at the pump, I’m off to a different gas station!
Much like I’ve said I did not know I was a control freak until I had kids, I did not know I was capable of violence, either. As soon as I held my daughter though, I knew if someone tried to hurt her, I could absolutely hurt them.