fears

While I was riding the escalator at the mall with my youngest, I thought about how having kids (especially boys) has gotten me over all kinds of fears.

Escalators have always made me nervous, especially going down on them.  I always think that I’m going to get my foot caught, trip and fall.  I’ve heard horror stories about people falling and their hair getting caught in the escalator and they were scalped. (probably an urban myth, but I’m extra careful - I like my hair)

When they opened a movie theater on the fifth floor of our mall, I made Steve take the elevator.  Five flights of escalators with nothing but glass on either side, showing me how high up I am, completely freaked me out.

Now look at me.  Luke is having the time of his life riding up and down on these escalators and I’m along for the ride.  I might not love every minute of it, but my heart isn’t racing.

There are other fears I’ve conquered: pain (c-sections, lung surgery), blood (too many trips to the emergency room), gigantic bugs (”can we keep him?? I already named him Bob!”), and all kinds of bodily fluids.

All this in the name of motherhood.  Oh the things we do for our kids.

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