My fears
So some of you maybe wondering what kind of fears I had been experiencing and this is what I’m talking about …
Fear plagues us all at one time or another. For some of us, it’s pretty much all the time. And as any mom will tell you, fears for your children are far more difficult to deal with than fears for yourself.
Sometimes, your romantic peaceful nights are interrupted by a sudden sense that something is going to happen to your precious baby. In the brightness of the day, you realize that your night time fears are irrational, but when they hit in the middle of the night, they are as real as the nose on your face.
What if he stops breathing? What if she spits up and starts choking? What if he needs me, and I don’t wake up?
How can you surrender to sleep when your baby is so tiny, so fragile, so helpless, so dependent on you for his every need? How will you survive if something happens to your child? You cry tears of fears, of sorrow, of loss. You imagine the worst, hoping that will somehow prepare you if something horrible ever does happen.
Then morning comes. And all is well. Thank You, Lord, you pray. Help me not to be afraid.
We moms can be a fearful bunch. Nothing is deeper than the bond between a mother and her child, and the very thought of something happening to one of our children is very nearly more than we can bear. As the old saying goes, “The decision to have a child is the decision to forever let your heart walk around outside your body.” It’s true.
- Excerpt from Changing Your World One Diaper at a Time by Marla Taviano
But once again, I know God is my rock and fortress whom I can rest and trust on in every situation at any point of time.
And thanks to Aunty P for enlightening us girls in her journaling group, FEAR is merely:
False
Expectations
Appearing
Real
Fear plagues us all at one time or another. For some of us, it’s pretty much all the time. And as any mom will tell you, fears for your children are far more difficult to deal with than fears for yourself.
Sometimes, your romantic peaceful nights are interrupted by a sudden sense that something is going to happen to your precious baby. In the brightness of the day, you realize that your night time fears are irrational, but when they hit in the middle of the night, they are as real as the nose on your face.
What if he stops breathing? What if she spits up and starts choking? What if he needs me, and I don’t wake up?
How can you surrender to sleep when your baby is so tiny, so fragile, so helpless, so dependent on you for his every need? How will you survive if something happens to your child? You cry tears of fears, of sorrow, of loss. You imagine the worst, hoping that will somehow prepare you if something horrible ever does happen.
Then morning comes. And all is well. Thank You, Lord, you pray. Help me not to be afraid.
We moms can be a fearful bunch. Nothing is deeper than the bond between a mother and her child, and the very thought of something happening to one of our children is very nearly more than we can bear. As the old saying goes, “The decision to have a child is the decision to forever let your heart walk around outside your body.” It’s true.
- Excerpt from Changing Your World One Diaper at a Time by Marla Taviano
But once again, I know God is my rock and fortress whom I can rest and trust on in every situation at any point of time.
And thanks to Aunty P for enlightening us girls in her journaling group, FEAR is merely:
False
Expectations
Appearing
Real