The ex told me a very disturbing story on Sunday. Then he showed me the video.
Apparently a 31yr old mother drove her 12yr old daughter to a park, so the daughter could (attempt to) kick another 13yr old girl's butt.
Why? 'because she was talkin' stuff', according to the daughter.
Once it looked like the 13yr old was winning the fight, she was dragged by her hair off the daughter, BY THE GIRL'S MOM!!!!
Who knew it was a Mother & Daughter Tag Team Match!
Mom is now up
for Mother Of The Year on charges.
See for yourself ...
Ya know, I'll be the first to admit that if anyone tried to seriously harm my child, I'd have to rip them apart. It's just a mother's instinct to do so.
Forget Basic Instinct. Mother's Instinct is the High Priestess of ALL instinct ;-)
Having said that, I couldn't imagine driving my child to a fistfight!
To the mall, a school dance, a friend's house sure, but an organized fistfight? And then to watch? What the hell was this Mother thinking?!?!?!
What were all the OTHER people who were standing around WATCHING thinking?
Of course I wouldn't want to stand by and see my kid getting the shit kicked out of them, but ... HELLO ... D'oh-Hole ... Mama DROVE her there to get (give) the kickin'!
If I happened upon my kids like this fighting, yes, I'd like to think I'd be able to break it up, but NOT like this!
Unfortunately, this isn't the first time something like this has happened.
In 2005, a 26yr old mom boarded a school bus, daughters in tow, and insisted her 9yr old daughter assault her 10yr old bully. To 'take care of her business'.
You can view that video, if you wish, HERE.
In 2007, she was convicted. Mom sentenced to year in jail for role in bus fight.
And we wonder 'what's wrong with kids today?!'
Yeah. I wonder.
Gee ... wish she was MY Mom! NOT!!!!
As a side note, I'd like to thank my own Mother for being the wonderful human being that she is. For being a 'perfectly normal' Mom who gave me her love, attention, and a damn fine childhood. Waited patiently for me to stop being a b*tch through my teenage years, and became my friend as an adult.
And Thanks Mom, for not beating up my classmates.