Skeletons and Black Holes

A few nights ago, as my son was trying to fall asleep, he said, “Mommy, in my mind all I see are skeletons.” It took my breath away and for a moment I didn’t know what to say or do. If you’ve been following this blog you know that we’ve been working with Everest for months on his fear of the dark and that lately his sensitivity to the pain of the world has gone into overdrive, but this statement threw me for a loop. Skeletons? Where did this image come from? Aside from the occasional Science or Discovery Channel show on engineering or airplanes he doesn’t watch movies or television, so media isn’t to blame. I held him close in silence for a minute as I tried to make sense of this disturbing statement, but no sense arrived. Finally I said, “Let’s change the channel.”

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Worry is the Work of Motherhood

Last night, as I drove through the worst snow I’ve ever driven in, as my car fish-tailed around every corner and slid dangerously close to the edge of the road, a familiar state of worry set in: Would I be okay? Would I make it home? I’m sure I would have worried as a single person in that scenario, but being a mother adds an entirely new level of worry to any precarious situation. Would my baby be okay without me for a night? What if something catastrophic happened to me – would my kids make it through? etc etc. I flashed on a piece I wrote several months ago about worry and have decided to include it here today.

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