A Bold Move

Mom was simply mad and THAT was a rare thing to notice, so I began paying attention very carefully from the back seat in the car. Usually Mom spent her time "Shhhhing" down our hot tempered father. Dad could yell like a big scary bear, Although our mother reminded us kids again that Daddy use to be MUCH WORSE in his anger before he had meant Jesus. However, the three of us kids never knew our father back before Jesus, so we thought he was STILL a very scary man.  When Mom was the one who was mad for a changed. We three kids said NOTHING, we even tried NOT to breath as the whole fight continued. Mom was angrily ignoring our upset father. Dad had wanted to drive around looking at newly built homes, Mom had got us all lost on the map, so they began to disagree right into a big ol' fight. Mom usually didn't get all that mad before, her anger usually went straight into a bucket of tears. Our father often cooled down when mom started to cry, so in many ways by doing this she won these arguments often in her own way. I watched on as Dad with his frustration got out of the car to slammed his hand on the hood. It was at this very moment that our mother locked his side of the car door and jumped into his driver seat. She spun out into the street with our car while we were holding on tightly! Our mother was so angry now and simply DONE with the mood of our father. We kids burst into giggles at the whole surprise change in this stressful moment. "You almost drove over Dad's foot!" I warned as Dad jumped back from the moving car in shock, his anger seemed to disappear completely suddenly. We sat up more in our seats watching out the back window of speeding off car. Dad even did his dorky dance to let us  little kids know we shouldn't be scared by all of this drama. Our mother didn't look back, she just drove us to the nearest McDonalds for ice cream cones. We stayed playing there for a few hours until our father showed up, for he had walked the whole way on his own to find us. He stood chuckling when we were so happy to see him again. Mom looked over her shoulder asking him carefully "Will you be nice now or do you have to walk all the way home on your own too?" I truly admired my mother that day, she didn't give in that time and I was very proud of her confidence, for she hardly ever revealed it. I also noticed how nice my father behaved around her after that for the rest of the day.  Mom knew her bold moves and acted on them, I often had wished she had kept that kind of spunk as I grew older also. Sometimes the most powerful person is a wise woman not afraid to take charge and protect those around her with no fear, with no hesitation, and with a BOLD MOVE!