You never met my mother. In her prime 4' 11-1/2", very bright red hair. Slow to anger and then run for the hills. She had a reputation in our neighborhood as the go-to person when injustice, prejudice or plain old badness occurred. She was witnessed one busy five o'clock hour backing a woman, who had called her a red headed bitch in the back room to my face, down two blocks right thru the rush hour traffic. The local policeman stopped the traffic to let her continue, unabated across a busy boulevard. Our family's little grocery store experienced a several week increase in business as an after effect.
Let it be said she had little trouble raising three sons.