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Fear & Anxiety

Posted on May 10, 2012 Written by Tonya

It is completely heartbreaking (and to be fair, a little frustrating) when your child is inconsolable because they lack the words to express what ails them or what they desire.

If you knew, you could address it, right? When our children were infants, we went through the check list: is he wet?, is it meal time?, is he gassy?, is he tired?, etc. As their vocabulary increases, they can tell you what’s wrong or what they need. Instead of their grunts and groans and our second guessing, we hear, “more grapes” or “I have a tummy ache”. It’s wonderful!

Lucas has an extensive vocabulary, but it is devastating to visibly see anxiety and fear getting the best of him. He doesn’t have the words to describe those feelings and we are struggling to calm him through two very scary (to him) situations: fire alarms and swim lessons.

Let me back up a little…

When we were in Hawaii last summer, we were awakened on the first night of our stay by a loud fire alarm scaring Lucas half to death. I have never seen him so frightened. He was shaking and holding on to me tighter than anyone ever has and it took him a long time to get back to sleep that night.

Six months later he was in the Kids Club at the gym I attend and there was a fire alarm and everyone was evacuated from the building.

Once a month at his preschool, he experiences a fire drill, which just adds more fuel to the fire (no pun intended).

All of these incidents are discussed in our home on a regular basis. Even when we think we’ve moved past it, Lucas will demand that we tell him the “story” of what occurred during each scenario over and over and over.

He knows “fire alarms are just loud and don’t hurt you”, “we need them to be safe in case there is a real emergency”, and that his teachers will give him a “heads up”, if there is going to be a drill on one of the three days he’s at school, but he is still struggling.

Lucas’ other source of anxiety is swim lessons. He LOVES every form of water and has no qualms about going under water, floating, blowing bubbles, etc. We have completed four Parent & Me classes, BUT he is not a fan of his semi-private lessons and he frets about it all morning leading up to it. He ends up doing all the work in the 20 minute class, but cries all the way through. 

For both of these issues, I have taught Lucas some basic deep breathing techniques for when he begins to feel scared and of course, we talk about what he’s experiencing and assure him that it’s okay to be scared.

Turns out the deep breathing helps me too, as there is nothing sadder than that face he makes just before his eyes well up with tears and his chin starts to quiver. All I can do is scoop him up and kiss him repeatedly and hold him and protect him.

My little boy.

On one hand, anxiety is a natural condition that helps us cope with new experiences and protects us from danger, so he HAS to work through it, but he’s only (almost) three and on the other, he’s a boy and society says that he is suppose to be tough and brave and show little emotion. As his mother, I just want to help him the best way I can.

If you’re the mother of a boy, how are you teaching that it is okay to be fearful? Do you have any tips for taming anxiety?  

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A Letter To Things I Can’t See

Posted on March 13, 2012 Written by Tonya

Lori of In Pursuit of It all is the beautiful mind behind Project: Purse and Boots, a fundraiser she created to raise money for the American Stroke Association in memory of her grandmother.

Lori also does funny very well, like wine coming out of your nose funny.

But all you really need to know about Lori can be found in the words of the tender tribute she wrote, The Red Underwear, a piece that was selected by BlogHer last year as a Voice of the Year selection. I had the immense honor of waving a pair of red [paper] panties high in the air after listening to her read this moving piece aloud.

To say I’m honored still would be an understatement.

Dear Unexpected, dear Unknown, dear Unanticipated;

Forgive me my intolerance. I’m not so good with you. You make me nervous and you unsettle me.

I do best with a plan and a map. I like knowing the route and I like a path blazoned before me. It doesn’t have to be well worn or lit with a million lamps, but I like the comfort of a track through the grass and knowing there are no monsters around the corner.

You steal that security from me. And where I don’t mind the occasional bill that’s larger than expected or the last minute visit from a relative, there are times when not being able to see past you leaves me shaking and pushing paralysis aside with two ineffective hands.

You bring me terror when I think of my children. I can’t stand not being able to see the things they might trip over or the fears they may face. I don’t feel I can properly arm them when I don’t know what’s in front of them. Do I need to give them powerful words? More vitamins? A snarl to keep in their back pocket? A savings account? I wring my hands in anxiety, so worried that the one weapon they need will be the one I didn’t think of. Did I raise them to be too polite for ambition? Too sarcastic for affection? Or too determined to take help when they need it?

The way you cloud my vision of my beloved husband makes my throat tighten. I waited so long for him, for love so deep that carries me so steadily. I watch the turning pages of the calendar, feeling for the first time the simultaneous elation and dread that accompanies a plan to grow old with another. Will he be here through my latest days? Will I be here for his? Which one of us will let go of the earth first? The questions ricochet against the walls of my mind with sharp corners.

But maybe I’m being ungrateful. Why can’t I accept the temporal blindness you impose with the same equanimity that I wait to see what’s in the prettily wrapped birthday package? I don’t want to know what’s in the box until the time is right, for only then is the gift truly mine. So conceivably I could wrestle you into that framework – where unanticipated becomes surprise, unknown becomes mystery, and unexpected becomes wonder.

So maybe the fault is mine – I did not appreciate how you are dressed. I am too judgmental, perhaps, obsessing over the mud tracked on the floor and overlooking the flowers in your hands. It’s my way, you see – to watch where I walk and notice later what’s further on the horizon.

Because I like a path, remember?

Hesitantly yours,

Lori

 

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