tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post1562663925153497444..comments2023-07-29T06:17:50.673-04:00Comments on From the Cheap Seats: On FearLaskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12001998549713092381noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-7638946137855477892008-10-18T13:11:00.000-04:002008-10-18T13:11:00.000-04:00It's to utilize that fear to be smart and then to ...It's to utilize that fear to be smart and then to push it away so that they don't see it. If they see it it'll screw with their minds. Their fear will begin where ours began at Motherhood. It's been a tricky thing for me but I'm getting better.<BR/><BR/>Lovely images here...Woman in a Windowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14747858840088922077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-53122332981002531122008-10-17T13:22:00.000-04:002008-10-17T13:22:00.000-04:00I have the same fears. When I don't hear from one...I have the same fears. When I don't hear from one or both of the kids by a certain time of the morning, instead of being grateful that they slept in, I get frantic wondering if something happened to them during the night. Crazy, I know. But it's the truth.Wineplzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12412881827548705342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-87970008884068645062008-10-16T23:34:00.000-04:002008-10-16T23:34:00.000-04:00This one got me--in so many ways. I know that fee...This one got me--in so many ways. I know that feeling that creeps into those otherwise lovely, innocent moments.<BR/><BR/>Beautifully written.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for your encouragement on one of my earlier (whiny)posts:-)Just Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13821854495030177925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-37086508369226518172008-10-16T00:43:00.000-04:002008-10-16T00:43:00.000-04:00Laski,This was AMAZING. I don't think there's a m...Laski,<BR/>This was AMAZING. I don't think there's a mother around who hasn't had these thoughts, however, you seemed to capture them so eloquently, and with such heartfelt depth. Absolutely perfect! The words, the picture, the emotion...!just jamiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09218649675899000158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-52506687431598168972008-10-15T22:44:00.000-04:002008-10-15T22:44:00.000-04:00"i fear fate..."yes indeed. me too."i fear fate..."<BR/><BR/>yes indeed. <BR/>me too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-113271308272257542008-10-15T17:39:00.000-04:002008-10-15T17:39:00.000-04:00This is just gorgeous darling. You have expressed ...This is just gorgeous darling. You have expressed it perfectly. How many times have I held my hand on teeny chest or under little nose to check for life. <BR/>Oh the balancing that is motherhood, keeping that fear in check, finding the courage to let them run and soar...Mighty Morphin' Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03244716672872427829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-87616717655963312222008-10-15T13:36:00.000-04:002008-10-15T13:36:00.000-04:00Oh sweetie, I hear you. I am always a bundle of n...Oh sweetie, I hear you. I am always a bundle of nerves. We've almost lost our son twice (once to a strep pneumo infection and once to complications after one of his eight surgeries). I lost an 11 month old niece, a three year old was run over and killed at our preschool, and my son's five year old friend died last summer. I am always fearful. Yet, I let my kids go as much as I can. To let them be kids, so that THEY don't live in fear. It's a very fine line.Momo Falihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09735425888226178189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-72755088170550311162008-10-15T13:31:00.000-04:002008-10-15T13:31:00.000-04:00I have never known real fear until I become a moth...I have never known real fear until I become a mother. It can be overwhelming.the mama bird diarieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04248352454666306821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-73005852781348525562008-10-15T05:07:00.000-04:002008-10-15T05:07:00.000-04:00I get this...OH how I get this!! We've discussed t...I get this...OH how I get this!! We've discussed this very topic. That balance is such a hard part of motherhood! There are days when I have to fight the urge to just gather all my kids up, lock the doors and not let anything in. I know it's not rational or healthy, but I HATE the thought of them being hurt or sad for any reason. <BR/><BR/>I really hope Karen is right and that they DO keep running back. I need that. :)Cecily Rhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01833641996572085518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-23005378237897660872008-10-15T00:26:00.000-04:002008-10-15T00:26:00.000-04:00Yup, this is all true. But I try to remind myself...Yup, this is all true. But I try to remind myself that I will deal with that if and when it happens and for now I will just enjoy the ride.<BR/><BR/>This motherhood gig is pretty great. Hard but great.<BR/><BR/>Oh and you might change you mind a bit about letting him go when he starts back talking ;-)Kamis Khlopchykhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10891667631830654830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-60130161757895558402008-10-14T23:27:00.000-04:002008-10-14T23:27:00.000-04:00So, so true. There is no love that can compare wi...So, so true. There is no love that can compare with the love you have for your children....beautifully written!Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17769967354682232429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-58182985274894227052008-10-14T21:34:00.000-04:002008-10-14T21:34:00.000-04:00I wish I could just put them in a bubble, take the...I wish I could just put them in a bubble, take them out for hugs and kisses, and then put them back. It would certainly be helpful for my worried heart.ConverseMommahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09964215682943025507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-31462887351692464222008-10-14T18:52:00.000-04:002008-10-14T18:52:00.000-04:00I know that fear. Every parent knows that fear. ...I know that fear. Every parent knows that fear. It may not be logical, or practical, but it's normal. And 100% acceptable. It's what makes us such great mothers, that desire to protect our children and teach them how to protect themselves. Lovely post.Laural Out Loudhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07752808766555503042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-66999544213577201942008-10-14T14:13:00.000-04:002008-10-14T14:13:00.000-04:00A father's fears, too, though perhaps not as keenl...A father's fears, too, though perhaps not as keenly felt. Fathers don't have, cannot possibly have, the same kind of connection. They didn't grow that baby in their tummy. They didn't give birth to that baby. They didn't nurse that baby with their breasts. (I know, some Moms don't - just go with it.) The point is that Moms have a much deeper and more penetrating connection with their children than do Dads. Dad's are more concerned with futures, with pride of accomplishment - for both child and himself - the 'Look what I made' thing. But I, like every other Dad I know, would lay down my life for my wife and my children. I know that's not every father. But it's every Dad.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13024392628362568010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-29022435560468348332008-10-13T23:40:00.000-04:002008-10-13T23:40:00.000-04:00"I fear accidents and illness. I fear strangers wh..."I fear accidents and illness. I fear strangers who only mean him harm. I fear fate and nature. I fear not being there . . . waiting. Watching. Protecting."<BR/><BR/>Me too! A million times.Hyphen Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10129843526632243730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-79747866315387361362008-10-13T22:48:00.000-04:002008-10-13T22:48:00.000-04:00Honey, those are my fears too. All the time. And...Honey, those are my fears too. All the time. And I check that he is breathing. All the time. I have to be able to hear him at night. You are a Mom, and that is what we do.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-42590201717826230972008-10-13T20:57:00.000-04:002008-10-13T20:57:00.000-04:00You are really letting it all out lately. You wer...You are really letting it all out lately. You were right to have asked for the deep stuff. It's very hard to let them get a little more manly. One of my friends asked me when I'd stop putting Knute's name on his clothes and I was puzzled. Apparently, I forgot crazed sickos could call him by name & he'd just think he knew them. My heart really dropped at the thought. Do we have to worry about everything?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-76569739631056289462008-10-13T16:48:00.000-04:002008-10-13T16:48:00.000-04:00Just when you get comfortable with where they are ...Just when you get comfortable with where they are they find a new way to make you scared and nervous about where they are heading to the future....it is never ending. We will be worried and scared for them until the day WE die.A Buns Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12611682053507407292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-27498167790489638052008-10-13T11:40:00.000-04:002008-10-13T11:40:00.000-04:00This is so beautiful. I am reassured somehow by th...This is so beautiful. I am reassured somehow by the thought that this fear, this restless checking for breath, will never leave me. <BR/><BR/>You give me such excitement and hope for what is to come for us. Such a great post!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-68795253569567060502008-10-13T11:31:00.000-04:002008-10-13T11:31:00.000-04:00Oh, my kids hate it when I try to tickle them awak...Oh, my kids hate it when I try to tickle them awake! I've stopped doing that now.<BR/><BR/>I loved your line about practicality becoming an afterthought - you sound like my mother!Aprilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12051174636017409935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-24605273276465585602008-10-13T10:27:00.000-04:002008-10-13T10:27:00.000-04:00I still do the breath checking and Jonathan sleeps...I still do the breath checking and Jonathan sleeps so soundly sometimes. Plus, he does this thing where he holds his breath and then lets it out..it creeps me right out. I think he is never going to breath again. his dad does it too.<BR/><BR/>I love the part you wrote about as soon as you knew you were pregnant..and all the stuff that went with it..you had fear.<BR/><BR/>I can so relate to that.<BR/><BR/>Great, inspiring writing.Lisa @ Boondock Ramblingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11430994283914399581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-75436167964292972062008-10-13T05:00:00.000-04:002008-10-13T05:00:00.000-04:00Bravo Friend. My 4 year old recently revealed he'...Bravo Friend. <BR/><BR/> My 4 year old recently revealed he's going to live with us forever... if I can get him to convince his brothers to do the same I should be golden.Aracelyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10347839760076404489noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-28385923629322185982008-10-12T23:34:00.000-04:002008-10-12T23:34:00.000-04:00I used to do the breathing check all the time! Wo...I used to do the breathing check all the time! <BR/>Worry, comes with the territory of course. Somedays you wish they could just remain glued to your hip at all times. Learning to let go, let them explore and establish their independence is the toughest part. I try not to think too much about them getting into their teen years... to be honest, I'm petrified.<BR/>Wonderfully written!Karen MEGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10834425321020756655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-30726584493708564562008-10-12T22:26:00.000-04:002008-10-12T22:26:00.000-04:00Aww. What a sweet post.Ok - so this isn't sweet at...Aww. What a sweet post.<BR/><BR/>Ok - so this isn't sweet at all, and is sorta lame, but Sumo NEVER looks back at me when he runs away. He just sort of runs away in that "the hell with you people" kind of way.<BR/><BR/>Oh well - at least I can still run faster than he can at this point.KGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10236206776336550381noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-78876145706729406282008-10-12T22:04:00.000-04:002008-10-12T22:04:00.000-04:00I was just thinking these same thoughts today abou...I was just thinking these same thoughts today about my daughter. So beautifully put. Often times the reeling fear consumes me, far more quickly than it takes for me to let them go. <BR/><BR/>p.s. I'm guilty of the breathing check, too :)Momisodeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06752015177628948631noreply@blogger.com