Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Fear is....

Fear is...
...being told, at 20 weeks pregnant, that you are in premature labor, you are bleeding and there is nothing more the doctors can do for you except pray.

Fear is...
...letting your 9month old child go as you get on a plane, headed to a war somewhere far away knowing this could very well be the last time you ever get to see her or hold her again.

Fear is...
...working for just enough to cover the daycare expenses and other necessities of raising a toddler and wondering if you will ever be able to provide you child the type of life they deserve.

Fear is...
...packing what little you can into the truck of your car, along with your cat and daughter and joining the hundreds of other motorist in a last ditch effort to out run one of the most devestating hurricanes to hit the US. All the while knowing you may have nothing left to return to and you were barely holding on to begin with.

Fear is...
...watching your child be hurt by the actions of others, careless, thoughtless, apathetic adults who have no sense of compassion and being powerless to do anything to prevent the pain that results.

Fear is NOT...
...checking on your child at 10:30pm and realizing she is not in her bed. (Not unsual as I find my child with make shift beds elsewhere all the time)

...not being able to find said child after searching all the usual places she ends up after deciding she does not want to sleep in her bed.

...searching for your child for 20 minutes, turning every light on in the house and shouting her name because the house alarm has been on since you tucked said child into bed and no doors have been opened.

Fear in NOT...
...Finding said child comfortably asleep under her sisters crib, neatly hidden by her sisters crib skirt, curled snuggly up with a blanket....

...That my dear friends is....
PANIC and the utter self restraint to not hug said child until their eyes bulge from their head in an effort to throttle them because you were seconds from having a heartattack!


*****edit******
On a side note, I wonder if perhaps said child did not think this was some clever way to get her mamma on a slightly early April Fools joke??? ;)

What is YOUR best/worst April Fools joke memory??

7 comments:

kel said...

Oh my gosh... that is frightening!

mommaof4wife2r said...

brooke was gone one night from her bed and we looked everywhere...i mean, we were ready to call the police at 2am. we found her...sleeping under the dining room table. why? who knows. terror. sheer terror!

Jenn said...

Who sends a nine-month old child to war? I'm confused. Losoing a child--albeit temporarily--is, I am sure, quite frightening.

Kim said...

Oh man.. what a fright!!! I remember when Donnie hide from us in the house and would not answer. I dang near had a heart attack.

DysFUNctional Mom said...

That probably took a few years off of your life...and added a few grey hairs to your head!
I hate April Fool's jokes and usually people know that and don't try them with me. I'm very glad!

Tiaras and Tantrums said...

I really can't remember any jokes played on me . .

♥spoiled mommy♥ said...

oh goodness i would have had a heart attack! ohhh girl......bless you!