The Anti-Gravitational Force

As Rex is further from my womb this particular affliction is getting a tad better, but it still exists. It’s interesting how when one becomes a mother one sees danger everywhere.  The cracks in the sidewalk, a busy intersection, Hannah Montana.  I don’t know if men get the same affliction.  My husband would throw our kids up to catch them if I didn’t threaten to have a stroke when he did so.

11 thoughts on “The Anti-Gravitational Force

  1. OR you imagine them falling down a flight of stairs or the escalator sucking their pant leg or some stranger stealing them from Target. My mind does it to me all the time. It’s crazy. I tell my husband these thoughts and he thinks I’m just crazy.

  2. As a mother of a 4 year old, and a baby on the way, I totally understand the “tweaks” that you go through. I can honestly say that in most situations, I imagine the absolute worst possible scenario (visually). I’m talking gruesome, horrid, evil, disgusting and scary. The worst. He can be simply walking down the stairs, and I will imagine his feet slipping and falling but it snowballs into this body contorting, neck breaking, pencil through the eye type of a fall that honestly? Probably couldn’t happen even in movies.

    p.s. your vid won’t show up in IE

  3. Sorry about the video problem. The fabulous woman who helps with the nuts and bolts for the site had the nerve to go off and get married. So, I’m muddeling through. Should be better… next week!

    glad I’m not the only tweaker. don’t get me started on escalators. that’s a whole other blog.

  4. Can’t see your video…wahhhh.

    Anyway, men just don’t have the mental chip that helps them see the dangers that lay just around the corner.

    When my children are out of sight, I imagine strangers enticing them with free Nintendo games or something…or laying down crumb paths of candy, and the little one following them out of the park. It just snowballs from there: the too helpful swim instructor who invites the oldest one over to continue the swim lessons, or the weirdo neighbor lady down the block who comments ALL THE TIME on how my oldest is getting so handsome. My eye twitches all day long as my mind races with possible dangers: and I don’t just have the thoughts, I see the images, too. I’m blessed that way…

    Men’s minds just don’t go there….

  5. Oh, sorry the video is not working! I can watch it so I thought it was ok. Next week it will be better!

    Yes, I talk to my husband about think of the next thing that needs to happen. Which also includes at 430 be thinking about what is the plan for dinner.

  6. Daphne,
    If it makes you feel any better (and it probably won’t) these same safety concerns (voices?) have been running through my head,on a regular basis now for,well,just about 19 years, and nd it’s no darn wonder I’m koo-koo nutsoid. My husband has (frequently) labeled me “nuts!” in a playful way, and even though I hear from my three teens on a regular basis…”Mom,you worry too much!” – I will never change. In my mind,they are lucky to have me… 😉

    I do try and rein it in,be reasonable,and not let my fears impede their development -I do think that’s REALLY important. I DON’T want to raise children who are afraid of their own shadows. That’s just sad -and these children do exist. So,sometimes,I’ve had to swallow that panicked “Don’t do that !!” as my husband encouraged them, supervised, to climb trees or rock hop or go anywhere near ocean waves.

    In my heart of hearts I know that it’s really important to balance the motherly urge to cocoon them and keep them safe with the fatherly ‘ let’s go to the wild frontier,kids!’ way of looking at the world.

    Try holding unto your sanity (what’s left of it) as you wave to your beautifully independent 19 and 17 year olds as they climb into vehicles driven by fellow teenagers. They, who so recently (it seems) were cosseted in infant carriers rear facing,then forward-facing,then booster-seated – knowing to call out the little chant we devised “Stop! lock me up!” if we ever forgot, then drilled about the proper way to wear the seat belt solo…
    Over the years, in immeasurable but steady little degrees,I’ve had to let them go (they STILL get the safety lectures on a regular basis). Letting go has been the hardest thing in the world for me to do. It always will.

    But I’m a Mom,that’s my job…

    Hopefully, our children will benefit from the common sense safety rules we’ve taught them all through their formative years, AND from mastering that ultra important ‘ think for yourself ‘ skill that is so incredibly important.

    Best,
    jen

  7. That’s it. I’m going to MAKE MY husband read this one, and all the comments, too! We were just talking about this topic and, I’m on your side ladies. Worry is akin to motherhood, it’s just how we’re hard-wired. THANK GOODNESS I’m not the only one twitching…
    Eileen.

  8. it’s SO stressful to have those thoughts. I really do think mom’s are the only ones. My husband teases me too. Like why do i keep thinking gory thoughts that send chills down my spine and make me wanna cry and wrap my kids in bubble wrap….but then they could get some of it loose and then it could get on their face and they could suffocate. OH gosh it’s never ending!!!

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