“There is no greater warrior than a mother protecting her child.”

Instinct and adrenaline rushed through me like lava.  They say the adrenaline that a mama has, when she is scared for her baby, could lift a car straight into the air.  Mine could have lifted an 18-wheeler. 

My ex-husband had crossed a line, which turned out to be the first of many to follow.  In complete crisis-aggression mode, I drove as fast as my car would go all the way to North Carolina.  I was going to get my babies back from this man, if it took my last breath.  How dare he call himself a father?  How dare he rip his sons from the only mother they have known?  Above all, how dare he try and replace me.  This was war.