Shared from PGAL
(Sorry so long)
I know for me that my PGAL (pregnant after a loss) brain gripped me in
utter fear and anxiety for the duration of my pregnancy with my DD, and
again with this LO (who will hopefully be here safe and sound in the
next two weeks). Unfortunately, birthing my DD did not remove all that
fear and anxiety. Now that she was safely out of my uterus I found a
million other reasons to worry about her. What if she died of SIDS?!
What if she rolled into something and smothered?! What if she bumped her
head crawling, or something fell on her?! The list just went on and on.
Soon I was an organic, vegan mama and I was more of an anxious wreck
than ever before. I have endometriosis, what if she gets it? What if she
has a thyroid disease like I do? And so on.
My DD is now five,
and I have had to learn to loosen my grip, but I found that my other
mama friends were even tighter wound than I was! One has forbid her
daughter from attending Science Camp in the sixth grade because she
can't share the tent with her. Another won't allow her 13 year old
daughter to use the swings at the park literally across the street from
her front porch (in full view of her living room) because of stranger
danger. This all had me wondering what our world was coming to. We
played until the streetlights came on. We drank from the hose. We played
tag with the other kids in the neighborhood, because we were all
outside during daylight hours! What happened to childhood?
My
mother bought me the best book, "Free-Range kids" by Lenore Skenazy, for
Christmas this year and I devoured it. This woman has managed to
alleviate my fears in one small book by using statistics and common
sense that really put into perspective the fear vs. reality ratio of
today's dangers as well as the reason that our generation of parents is
so terrified when statistically our children are safer than they have
ever been before. For example: the chance that our child will be the
one kidnapped by a stranger and harmed is actually .00007%. Really!
Or... if you WANTED your child kidnapped you would likely have to leave
them unattended outside, looking cute as a button and ready for the
taking, for about 750,000 years.
The author runs a
fantastic website
as well that I would suggest to every mama. Perhaps this time I won't
carry that PGAL brain so willingly into the child rearing years as I did
before.