Nah, I didn't say mangoose...however, there are times, but that's another story.
Every 4th of July I am reminded of a specific quality of my Sweet Man. That is the quality of protecting his own and not letting go. I used to think he was like a Fox Terrier..you know, tenacious, never letting it get away but through the years and the retelling of the story I really think he is a like a Mongoose. He knows he is could get bit but it's worth the risk.
Case in point: Shelley, our daughter, was about 6 and my Mother had just stepped off of a sidewalk wrong and had broken her ankle. Mom was in a cast and was not real light on her feet (bad choice of words but hey). We had set ourselves up just in front of the porch on the street side of the house on lawn chairs, enjoying the twilight and the neighborhood feeling of the 4th of July. Everyone was setting off legal fireworks on the street and we enjoyed all the displays, taking turns lighting the fountains, sparkles etc. Idyllic picture right?
I had just gone in to get the watermelon and was coming out of the front door when the very tall and lanky teen aged boys from kitty corner across the street shot off the first bottle rocket, which went up in the air and exploded. Sweet Man is a law abiding citizen to a fault, and proceeded to let them know they were not supposed to use those fireworks in the city limits. In under 30 seconds of his last utterance, the boys who were using a tin can (no control over where it goes) to light another bottle rocket and let it rip. Truth be told, they probably had already lit it as SM was telling them. However, it came right at my Mother who could not stand and run, skidded under her chair, hit Shelley on the leg and came into our house where it exploded in the doorway.
I have never seen SM move so fast. He had both of those taller than him boys by the shirt fronts and up off the ground in the blink of an eye. He then had them on the ground in the next blink and a number of other neighbors helped him hold the boys until the cops got there. The boys were taken to the police station charged and held until parents could come to get them....which they did not even get the boys out until the next morning. Their parents had warned the boys but well...I guess since later on in life I worked with teenagers for 20 years, I understand that teenagers don't actually hear Adult speak most of the time...unless translated by circumstances.
We had to replace the screening on the front screen door and the parquet flooring at the entrance had some very interesting mottling to the wood but other than that we all survived, with only shaken nerves and a heightened awareness of how something as innocuous as a bottle rocket can give you a different perspective.
I always thought I had married a very mild mannered soul. Well he is, unless there's someone or something threatening the people he cares for.
So Happy 4th to all of you, have a safe and sane one. And to you my little mongoose....thanks for being you.