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There are many things that I am afraid of. Little things like giant worms, clowns, forgetting to say I Love You to someone I love and then not seeing them again. And I also have big giant scary fears. We all have things we’re afraid of, right? And it’s OK to be afraid. Yes?
But what if that fear seems unfounded? What if it’s dumb or stupid or silly? We’re told from an early age not to be afraid. The bogeyman doesn’t exist. The monsters under the bed or in the closet can be tamed with special ‘monster spray’.
And who determines if that fear is founded or unfounded? Doctors? Your spouse? Friends? I’m not so sure. I’d like to think it would be me, but then again if I’m the one with the fear I’m sure as heck going to think it is based in reality.
My biggest fear is failing my daughter. Not being a good mom. Not in the sense that I didn’t let BabyGirl eat ice cream for every meal last week, mom fail. But big giant things like not protecting her or not being there when she really, really needs me.
Maybe it’s a common theme among moms. Maybe I’m just a freak who grew up being told that I can’t fail. That failure was horrible and unacceptable. That if something went wrong it was my responsibility to fix it. And that not fixing it wasn’t an option. Harsh, yes. But my reality.
Being a parent is hard. Being a perfectionist parent is nearly impossible. I live it. I know it’s hard. I know that my fear and perfectionism are being passed on. I know that my worries and anxieties are partially paralyzing. I know that I control this. That I am fully responsible for letting these fears go. But they won’t go away. And if I think they go away, they’re merely hibernating or on hiatus. Ready to leap forth at any moment when something goes ‘wrong’. Yes, wrong is in quotation marks. Because wrong is now subjective. Colored by an insane thought process of what is right.
I live with my fear. I try to rid it from my brain. I need it to go away. I want it to go away. It is irrational and debilitating at times. I don’t want it to take over. It can’t take over. It can’t win!
I am a good mom!
I am a good mom!
I am a good mom!
Please tell me I’m not alone in this fear. Maybe not to the same extent, but do you ever think you’re a failure as a mom?
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