Not at all.
To start out with, I just loved lions. Something about the animal always just spoke to me.
However, in 2008, my husband and I found out we were expecting a baby, but things didn't go as planned. Around 6 months along, we found out our unborn son had a major birth defect (a diaphragmatic hernia...a hole in his diaphragm that allowed his stomach, small intestines, large intestines, spleen, and one lobe of his liver to move up into his chest, causing his lungs to not form correctly or completely). About a month later, we found out he had a second major birth defect. (a large ventricular spetal defect...a hole in his heart, which caused his oxygenated and non-oxygenated blood to mix and caused him to have breathing troubles). Fast forward several months and we found out he had an extremely rare chromosomal issue and once he was born, we found two more major birth defects and a minor birth defect. The third major defect we found was that he was born without an anus. The fourth major defect we didn't find out about until he was 2 1/2 months old...that is when we found out his brain wasn't growing.
He was in the hospital his entire life...10 months. He also had 11 major and minor surgeries in that 10 month time period, including open heart surgery, abdominal surgery twice, two permanent IV lines placed, and cranial surgery.
As a result, I BECAME a Mama Lion. I will do what I can to protect my children, but I will also try my hardest to make sure that if I can't protect them, that I'm there for them. Since he passed away, I have had two daughters, and two more early losses (my oldest daughter's identical twin sister we lost at 7 weeks 3days and before my youngest daughter, I had an early miscarriage at 5 weeks). That is why, I see my OC's cutie mark as five little lion cub paws within a big mama lion's paw.
Like I said, a sad story, but I'm all the more blessed for it.