A car zooms by my bumper to cut past me, speeding to God knows where. I honk at them like there’s no tomorrow. How could they?! Someone steps in front of me and baby who is snuggled against my chest in his carrier to grab something on a shelf in the grocery store. They zip away as if we weren’t there. A stranger lets the heavy door slam in my face as I wear my carrier again. I wondered why I’ve been like a grizzly bear early in motherhood, angry at such small slights and really angry at the big slights. Then my husband kindly let me know it’s probably because I think they’re doing those things to the baby. Yes, I’ve realized that this society is definitely geared towards the 20-something single consumerist and not so celebratory towards moms. I have to admit I didn’t pay much attention to the world of moms and babies as I went to work and came home, barely seeing them. Some day my son will traverse this world without me and until I see that he is capable of handling his own, I’ll be cautious of his safety and interactions with others. In the meantime, I’ll choose to breathe in deeply and tell myself that momma bear hormones tell me to attack when feeling indignant in the car and that those people can’t help but think about themselves only.