Proud parent of a great kid, who is sometimes a bastard, but that’s okay

My birth mother who did not raise me one day was yelling me before I left home for what turned out to be for good called me a Son of a Bitch. I pointed at her and it dawned on I think for the first tim) the meaning. She then proceeded to call me a bastard to which I replied timing does support that at which she became unglued.