Everyone has fears, me included. There are more than one fear out there, hiding behind the bushes. Well, some are better at hiding than others while some are like harlequins, making sure everyone notices them. Some fears are worse than others…
3 Fears of Mine
- I am terrified of something happening to my boys. I am not the kind of parent that has their children attached to their hip, on a leash (which I think is both ridiculous and degrading), or on them 24/7 but I am quite the paranoid. I try not to be all over them, suffocating them, hovering over every single step they take. But I still fear that something might happen to them. There have been a couple of times that we couldn’t find A. and I feared the worst. As a mother I instinctively went to the worst case scenario: he ran into the road and got hit, he got kidnapped, he is hurt. Thankfully we did find him: asleep under a few pillows, phew! There is no day that I do not fear the worst can happen to my boys, from falling off the stairs, to splitting their heads open, to being kid napped. That is why I always tell them that there are bad people out there and to always keep an eye out for anything that doesn’t feel right, because kids know when something is off (I’ve seen it happen, and man was my boy right).
- I am terrified of falling. I still remember climbing and rappelling “El Diente” (natural rock formations in Guadalajara that look like teeth). I never hesitated, not going up, and never going down. But just recently I realized that I fear falling. But it is not going up or being high up, that I am fine with; it is the don’t look down part that terrorizes me. I have never in my life frozen and feared for my life as that one time when I went rock climbing…I honestly thought I was going to die if I were to let go of the handles. Some part of me knew I was going to be OK (hey, I was indoors) but another part of my brain was yelling “I am going to die!”.
- I am terrified of leaving the country and not being allowed back in. This has been a recurrent nightmare of mine, where I leave the country and I am never allowed back in. This is probably because I am not a citizen just yet and leaving with only my Green Card is scary!! What would happen if I were not to come back home to my boys? Will they forget me? Will they miss me? I would for sure miss them and I would definitely never forget them…it is just a scary thought to be taken away from them.
What are your 3 worst fears?
This was a post from my 30 Things challenge, where I share with you, via 30 posts, what makes me me!