I hope I’m not just speaking for myself when I say that as an American Mom, I often take safety for granted. We live in a safe neighborhood in one of the best school districts in Oklahoma nowhere near any registered sex offenders (believe me, I checked), yet I keep reading stories like this that happen mere miles away from our house.
Most recently, I have seen several moms posting on Facebook mom groups about their horror stories of attempted kidnappings at our local Target! Call me a Target snob if you want, but I have never been in a Target store that wasn’t impeccably clean and (seemingly) safe so that
is was one of the LAST places that I would fear for the safety of my children.
Before my husband could even finish reading the most recent horror story I found on Facebook, he was looking up guns to buy me. He insisted that I should carry a gun at all times – this has been a debate in our relationship for quite some time, but has become more prominent lately because he just can’t seem to handle the thought of me taking our newborn daughter in public without packing heat.
What seems to be a clear cut decision for him, creates a lot of internal conflicts for me.
I have nothing against the idea of packing heat. In fact, I’ve had my Concealed Carry License for several years now, I have just never felt the need to own a gun. When I was a Foster Mom, the rules and regulations on gun safety were so strict that it just didn’t seem worth it to keep a gun in the house. Plus, from a very young age, my mom has always drilled into me what my PaPaw used to tell her: “Don’t carry a gun unless you intend to use it.”
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy going to the shooting range and I have pretty good aim (if I do say so myself), but the idea of using those skills to defend myself is intimidating. It becomes even more daunting when you add in the fact that I would also have a newborn with me while packing heat.
Which means the gun would be in the diaper bag.
At the same time, my Mama Bear instincts kick in and all of my fears go out the window when I think about protecting my child.
I offered my husband a compromise: I get a gun and I keep it in my glovebox. He, of course, didn’t go for that. I mean, I have pepper spray in my car at all times (though the odds of me being able to find that little pink tube when I need it are slim), is it really necessary for me to carry a gun in my diaper bag? Perhaps I could just get a little taser?
I’m interested in knowing your thoughts on this matter because I’m really at a loss! Other than being aware of your surroundings, how do you protect yourself and your kids?