Scorpions. Yep. I’m terrified of them. And it’s the trembling hands, the thrill of adrenaline, let out a scream type of fear. I live in Arizona, in the middle of scorpion territory. Yuck! Did you know that momma scorpions carry their babies on their backs until they get bigger? Yep, gross. Shiver.
As a mom, I’m afraid of so many things and I worry. I worry about my special needs children, do the other children at school accept them?
I’m afraid for my black daughter, will someone judge her solely on the color of her skin?
I’m afraid for my 3 beautiful daughters. Will they become one of the women who must say, “me too” someday because a man wouldn’t take no for an answer?
I’m afraid for my adopted children with birth parents who were addicted to drugs and alcohol. Will they try it, “just once” and find themselves lost in addiction?
As parents, we worry about so many things from teething to grades, from allergies to illnesses.
And just as I quit worrying that one child might run into the street without looking, another is asking to go meet her friends at the mall. Or go to Virginia without me.
I was afraid the night Ellie was trampled by a horse. accident, too. Yet things worked out. She isn’t that scared little girl anymore; she is a brave, sometimes moody, teen I love to hang out with.
Parenting Worry Never Goes Away
When my children were all young, my friends would tell me: “Cherish the baby and toddler stage. It is busy but easier than teens.”
I didn’t believe them. (Just for the record, they were right.)
Now I have friends who tell me that the early 20’s are harder than the teen years. (Thanks, Jen!) Just as I was getting the hang of the teenage years.
The other day a friend mentioned that her kids were doing great until they turned 40, then two got divorced and one was dealing with a job loss and financial issues.
Did I realize what I signed up for when I held that sweet smelling bundle in my arms? Nope, but that’s okay. Because for all the times I’m afraid, there are these moments:
- Five people call me Mom. (Okay, sometimes they call me stupid too, but Mom is heard more often).
- I get to laugh with some very funny people around the dinner table.
- Although I get skunked at Uno by my 11-year-old, she begs me to play with her and I love that she chooses me to play with. (Maybe it’s because I keep losing.)
- My teenage son gives me hugs and calls me Shorty all the time. I like both.
- Late night talks on my bed with teenagers are some amazing moments.
There are too many moments to list, and I am so grateful for all of them. So yes, I’m afraid. But I’ll live with a bit of fear if it means some of the most amazing people put their arms around me and call me mom.