I used to be pretty fearless, never giving a thought to my mortality, to danger, to potentially bad situations or outcomes. I practically laughed in the face of fear. HA! Fear be gone!
Then something happened – I had children.
The Fear started with the realization that I was responsible for another person’s life FOREVER. There is that quote about how giving birth means your heart is now walking outside of your body. Outside of your body? It’s like becoming a parent is to be stuck in the worst horror movie ever. It terrifies me.
It’s okay to ask for help. If there’s anything I’m really bad at, it’s asking for help. I blame my parents for this, by the way. They were so hell-bent on making me independent and self-sufficient that they forget to teach me how to be needy. And while I appreciate the fact that I’m not useless like some of the other wives in our social circle, it kind of sucks trying to be perfect all the time, you know?