If you reread yesterday’s post, you might notice a bit of fear under all of the stiff-upper-lipness. Fear is something the little man inspires in me a lot. His ability to run out there (literally) and face the world head on is very frightening. It is sometimes the practical things that worry me (running into traffic) and sometimes the realities of growing up (and leave me…).
Feelings of fear
Right now, I’m sitting at the computer, listening to him slowly wake up. He’s slept about an hour and a half past his usually wake up time.In the past, that sleeping in would cause me fear. Now I see it as an opportunity to have some quiet time before the day gets busy, and sometimes also a quiet space from where I can confront my fears.
Sometimes I wish someone had warned me that being a parent is almost as much about fear as it is about love. It would have been nice to be prepared.
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I hope he is on the mend today.
I think that “fear” would be too strong for how I normally feel. Have felt fear on occasion. “Low grade worry” on the other hand, is ongoing! Focus changes as they get older. Now is “will my elder son do well on his exams”, “will he get a summer job”, “how will my younger son do at university in the fall”, etc.
Lots to look forward to!!
Oh, sweetie! {{{hugs}}} I have to agree with Christine, I am rarely out right fearful, though it does happen on occasion. But that low grade worry goes on and on, and every now and then, it gets the better of me. He’s 6 now, and I *still* have to go check on him if he oversleeps excessively, just to make sure.