So last night I had this dream. I was with a large group of people, and we were hiking or something, looking for something I guess, almost like a treasure hunt. We were in this weird cave like place, except that I don't think it was actually a cave. So I'm up ahead of most of the group, and I'm at the top of a crest in the path. It was perhaps 30 or so feet up, and next to the path was a sharp drop off. At the top of this crest there was a large tree, and as it happened, a ladder. So all of the sudden, I see Graham climbing up the ladder, there level with me, 30 feet off the ground. He was on the opposite side of the ladder from where I was. He said, Hi mommy, and just kept on climbing. I wondered what to do about it for a few seconds, and then I woke up suddenly. It was one of those dreams where you have to get up and do something (if you're pregnant, it would be appropriate to use the bathroom) just so that you don't continue the dream when you go back to sleep.
So that is my greatest fear- my children falling from a great height. In the few minutes that it took for me to fall back asleep, I sat there worrying about this slide at our favorite playground. It's probably between 12-15 ft tall, and it does not have enclosed railings on the sides. Graham is going to want to do that slide all the time this summer, and I'm already nervous about it.
A few years ago, when Nate was just about one year old, we took a trip to Antietam Battle Field, and there is a shot tower there that you can go up into. The top of the tower has half walls, and then is just open. I remember distinctly the fear of what if Nate wiggled out of my arms while I was holding him so he could look over the wall. Another time we were out in Utah, and we took the ski lift up at Sundance. That was one of the most terrifying moments of my life! Nate was about 15 mos old, and I had him strapped to me in a carrier, but all the same, I am still trying to maintain a death grip on him, while white knuckling the bar holding us in. I just kept on thinking, don't get wiggly, don't get wiggly. Mean while, in the chair behind us My brother has his 3 kids who are all sitting, and wiggling, and turning around, and in general having a good time. If I hadn't been so concerned about my own situation, that may have given me a heart attack.
So that's my greatest fear- my kids falling from a great height. What's your greatest fear?
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Every time I look at the picture that I took of Erin holding 5 month old Benjamin near the railing at the top of the Eiffel Tower, I get the same terror. I thought for sure he was going to wiggle out of her arms.
That's a good fear to have. I also have a fear of whales overturning a boat, which is why I won't go on a cruise.
I took Cullen on those cable type chair lift thingie at Dutch Wonderland and few summers ago. I didn't think anything of it before going then when we were up there I thought I would get sick...what a stupid thing to do with a wiggly then-2 year old!
I don't know about my greatest, but I have about a million stupid fears: that the anesthesia will wear off while having surgery, that an escalator will malfunction and everyone will fall down...just to name a couple. And thanks to your friend there I now have to worry about whales on my next cruise!!
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