SAFE.
In a world where scary things happen to good people, they feel safe with me.
That is a compliment I don't take lightly.
So what does a married mother of two kids do to earn that?
I'm not special forces. I wasn't a SEAL. I didn't take ninja training at age 4. I was just a regular person doing regular things until a few years ago.
It started with a thought.
My kids trusted me to keep them safe when they were little. Most kids do. They call you when they wake up from a nightmare. They ask you to check the closet before bed. They hold your hand when they are unsure.
You are their hero.
Their protector. Larger than life and invincible.
I wondered how long would that last? How long until they realized I was just a regular mom?
How long before they realized my yelling wasn't going to stop the very real dangers of the world?
There were really only two options.
1. Wait for that inevitable day with trepidation and fear.
2. Make sure that day never comes.
When you see it laid out like that it isn't hard to go with choice 2.
This mama bear was going to have more than mean looks to offer should anyone try and hurt my people.
So cool. The decision is made. Get some claws and teeth. (Metaphorically of course.)
SHIT. Where does one even start to do that? How do I become the person that keeps others safe? If you're young enough there are some very obvious choices. Military, Police, Fire.
Although even if you are young that is more a general thing. Keeping everyone safe. Maybe you don't hear that call to be a protector of the masses. Maybe, like me, it was just those little ones that lived in the same house as you that you wanted to protect.
It being the digital age everyone's first step is the internet. Maybe you can ask Alexa? I can only imagine that the results are more information than one person can sort through. So let's not talk about generalities. Let's talk specifics. Let's use me as a case study.
Step one.
I was not in good shape by any definition. I had spent the last ten years sitting at a desk making excuses about my "big bones" and other bullshit. I doubted I could run away from danger nevermind do anything to stop it.
So I joined a gym. It sucked. I could barely stand 20 minutes on the treadmill. I would leave a sweaty discouraged mess but I reminded myself that it didn't take 10 minutes to gain the weight and it wasn't going to take 10 minutes to lose it. Slowly, and while I was just continuing to go, changes happened.
I started taking classes and then I found weights.
Side note. I DEADLIFTED 308 POUNDS the other day. I don't say this to brag. I'm pretty sure the first time I tried deadlifting anything I was happy to break 100 pounds. Just like everything else it takes time. BUT also HELL YES!!! #308
Step two.
I found an awesome martial arts program based on self-defense. No fancy spin kicks. Those are for stunts and the Olympics. I wanted efficiency not flashy.
We started training in real-world scenarios right away. Things that were likely to affect my life. I LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF THE HARD WORK. I loved the training partners that left me bruised and tired, the confidence I felt when we left at the end of the night.
Step three.
Get a concealed carry permit. One class wasn't enough though. Were you a good driver after drivers ed? HELL NO. You had a basic understanding. It took years to feel comfortable. I got my ass to the range. I took classes. I PRACTICED.
As time passed I started to feel like that dreaded day when the world would make my kids feel unsafe with me might not come but I wanted more. I wanted to be sure I was doing everything I could to be hard to kill.
It's not like I was really worried about anything happening.
We live in a safe place. We lead a regular life. We don't take unnecessary risks.
Sadly though that doesn't keep you safe. The world is changing. Or maybe it's always been this way and we are just now paying attention enough to notice? That's a debate for people a lot smarter than me.
I wasn't preparing for the inevitable I was preparing for something I hoped would never come. That's a hard concept to grasp. Why put so much effort into a thing that is probably not going to happen anyway?
Because if it does I'm going to make sure my people are protected. So if you feel safe with me it's because you ARE.
I seek out and try anything and everything I think will give me an advantage. I am part of a growing group of people that want to protect. That want to feel safe.
SHEEPDOGS.
Maybe you've heard the adage before.
Doesn't matter what you call it.
In a few weeks, I will go to Texas to train with some like-minded people. I will make sure that I am learning everything I can from the most qualified people to make sure you always feel safe with me.
If you read this and your first thought was you want to join me then I'm going to save you the internet searches and missteps that lead to bad youtube videos.
JOIN ME
I'm serious! Sheepdog response is the best first step you can take.
So full disclosure. These amazing people have chosen to let me help them in their mission. I get to sing their praises and tell you all the reasons you should take a class. I know. That seems insane to me too but until they come to their senses I'm going to see how much good I can do.
Questions? Seriously ask me anything and I will do my best to send you in the right direction.
