yeah, my mom didn't care about the fighting either, but she didn't like some random neighbor lady giving her shit.Yeah...my mom could put on a whooping. She had to. I had 3 little brothers and my dad was KIA Vietnam when I was 8. But the absolute worst was when we were with some extended family. 8 boys within 3 years of each other. Some were actually a generation older. My great uncles could put on a whooping and then make you sit against a wall or a tree until your legs gave out. We usually didn't make that mistake again.
As far as fighting went, my mother never got on to me for fighting. She even defended me at school many times. I never threw the first punch (at school) and was "only defending myself", even when my 6th grade buddy had to be taken to the hospital via ambulance after he punched me for "tackling" him during flag football in PE. Of course, I was still not allowed to go back to that school for the rest of the year and she had to drive me to another school for about a month. That guy and I were close friends for the next 15 or so years before he was killed logging. His mom always hated me but his dad was always real good to me. He had a Freedom Arms 454 Casull I lusted for.
she might defend me to the neighbor, but she'd still get worked up and angry that she had to "deal with it".