I’ve never loved the “Mama Bear” analogy. When I think of Mama Bears, I picture moms who bite teachers’ heads off and elbow their way through crowds so their kids can get the best seat at story time.
I’d much rather be a Mama Swan, peacefully gliding through life with all my little cygnets in a row.
But I’m not. I’m the swan-faced mom with the heart of a grizzly.