Oct 07
growing up - unlocked
I grew up in a houses with unlocked doors all the time. You went out, to bed, to the store, on a road trip that door was unlocked.
It was nice and it made you feel free. Maybe even untouchable. I never worried about what might come through the door.
So when I moved and had to lock my doors, I hated it. I felt trapped. I was hostile and protective.
As soon as I was able to revert to unlocked doors I took it! I enjoyed it every time I walked out the door.
Now I have Amarah. Everything changed the moment she came home. Her bedroom became my mother wolf’s den. Her belongings became holy grails.
This all dawned on me now, as I caught myself locking the door on my way back inside. I am home, awake, active. I live in a quiet area surrounded by people who are nosey enough to protect the quiet life here, and yet I locked it.
Being a protective mother wolf… makes me proud.
But I also noticed that I am only locking the doors, when papa bear isnt home.
My afterthought - when did I start depending on someone to protect me?
Its not a bad thing, just surprising.
