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.