No One Warned Me That Parenthood Would Be Frightening

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As I sat strapped into a roller coaster, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of anxiety wash over me. The teenage attendant secured the safety bars without much enthusiasm, and I tried to remain calm. My daughter, Lily, was beaming at me from across the way, her little ponytail swaying in the wind. The day had been a whirlwind of laughter and play at the amusement park, but now I was grappling with a growing sense of dread.

Lily wasn’t even two yet, and I could hardly believe how quickly she had grown. I thought back to when she used to cling to my finger, wide-eyed and trusting. Now, she was a bundle of energy, always testing boundaries and pushing limits, and I was all too aware of how easily things could go wrong.

As the ride began to ascend, my heart raced. I watched Lily fidget beneath the safety bar, her tiny legs curling up, ready to stand. The sound of the coaster climbing echoed in my ears—clank, clank, clank. This was a game to her, but to me, it felt like a nightmare. I couldn’t reach her. My mind raced with thoughts of what could happen if she didn’t stay seated. The fear was suffocating.

“Please sit down, sweetheart!” I shouted, though my words were lost in the wind. I was pleading, sweating, desperate. Just moments away from the drop, I felt a wave of relief when she finally nestled back down. For the next 45 seconds, she would continue to dance between sitting and standing, completely unaware of the potential danger.

When the ride ended, I stumbled off, nausea overwhelming me—not from motion sickness, but from sheer terror. I had thought this adventure would be fun, but instead, it left me shaken and questioning my choices as a parent.

Later, I awoke in my bed, trembling and gasping for air. My heart raced as I recalled my daughter’s near-miss on that ride. The day had been normal until my husband relayed a story about Lily taking a nasty tumble from a wagon into a puddle. His concern only heightened my own fears. She was okay, but the moment replayed in my mind, turning my stomach.

Before becoming a mom, I had heard about the joy of motherhood—the sweet moments when your baby first smiles or takes those wobbly steps. But nobody warned me about the fear that accompanies it. The anxiety over strangers, accidents, and heartbreaks is a constant presence. I wish someone had told me that feeling scared is a sign of love and care. If you’re scared, you’re doing it right, and trust me, I’m terrified.

My experience with the roller coaster serves as a reminder that parenthood is filled with ups and downs, and although it can be frightening, it’s also incredibly rewarding. As I navigate this wild ride of parenthood, I’m learning to embrace the fear and uncertainty. I’ll keep trying to prepare my children for the world while knowing that my heart will constantly be riding the roller coaster of love and fear.

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In summary, parenthood is a thrilling yet terrifying journey filled with moments of joy and fear. It’s important to remember that feeling scared is a natural part of caring for your children. Embrace the ride, knowing that it’s all worth it in the end.