My daughter was due in mid February. She was born two months early. My intelligent mind tells me it wasn’t my fault – I did nothing to make this happen and today, she is healthy and strong. My intelligent mind can reason. My emotional heart can’t forgive. I know it isn’t rational but there it is.

I was not able to protect her when she needed it most. So perhaps I may overindulge a bit now in my tendency to control her environment. (I’m sorry but those grapes really, really DO need to be quartered – I don’t care if she is two.)

Pre-baby I was pretty carefree and easy going. I didn’t live in a sheltered bubble.

But I have been told that many women who otherwise are pretty chill, get a bit, hmmmmmmm, zealous when it comes to protecting their new little one. Especially when they have held them weighing in at only three-and-a-half pounds.

My husband would say this should read “Some Things I’m Not Afraid Of”, meaning of course that I am the stereotypical hysterical mother. Hysterical I am not. Cautious, well, yeah, maybe.

I am afraid that if I lift my daughter up too high when the ceiling fan is on that I will lop off her head.

I am afraid that she will eat too much toothpaste and grow a tooth in a weird place, like her jaw.

I am afraid, as many mother’s are, that I will turn my back at exactly the wrong time and she will climb/run/grab something, anything she shouldn’t.

I am afraid that she won’t potty train by three and be turned away from the pre-school room, possibly scarring her emotionally into adulthood.

I’m afraid her hair won’t ever grow in at those little places on the sides that make her look like she has a Billy Ray Cyrus mullet.

I am afraid she will grow up and move very far away.

I am afraid I will warp her in some strange and unforeseen way if she ever discovers how crazy I really am.


I guess as we all do, I will continue on, loving her and trying hard not to stifle her sense of adventure and joy.

Today a cracker fell on the ground at the community pool. She reached for it. I felt myself begin to lunge.

Then I stopped. She ate it. Five second rule wins. Or is it ten…?

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