"Don't squeeze so tight, mama!"
It's what my kiddo says often as we are walking down the street. I am holding her hand, holding too tight apparently. Our modes of transportation in order of use: our own two feet, the subway, the bus, a taxi. So, navigating our city, one where autos and large, speeding things and people co-habitate in such close quarters is a little tricky, especially when it comes to the safety department.
But it starts from Day One, this safety freako caution thing we have with our kids. From preventing choking-sized stuff being put into their mouths to not toppling down stairs when they first learn to walk, from making sure they don't contract weird diseases in public restrooms to protecting them from predators basically everywhere, that "must keep you safe" gene kicks in when we first meet them and carries on through...well...always.
How do we deal with this stress of keeping them safe? This is my question today, folks? How do we deal with that constant underlying threat of harm to our kids? At times, I'm fine, it is what it is, but other times, I agree with Chuck, the news of horrible things happening to kids is everywhere and I want to do something for that child andmine. And yeah, I want to also hear the (hopefully) good outcomes.
I know what all of the experts say: teach your kids to be savvy, let them know what is safe, what isn't, keep lines of communication open. I do that (and then some). And most of the time, sure, my focus isn't so laser-pointed on the whole safety issues at all...but other times, it is and it is stressful.
Until I figure it out...I'll be squeezing her hand that little bit extra tight.
How do you deal with that underlying stress of keeping your kids safe?