Parenting Brave While Freaking Out

Posted by on January 29, 2013
I read a post this week about raising brave sons.  It was well-written, well-thought-out, and it left me wondering if I am somehow failing to raise Dr. Smooth bravely.  Isn't it funny how we can read the words of others and question ourselves based on their opinion? Luckily, I also read a hilarious post from Jenny from the Blog about neurotic mothers.  Of the two ends of the spectrum, I definitely fit much more with Jenny in the neurosis end of parenthood.  Although I do have a brave son who is quite a risk-taker, and I am proud of him for that, it is something that completely freaks me out. I want Dr. Smooth to have a life of breathtaking experiences.  I want him to rock climb the highest mountain in Utah, hot air balloon over the valleys in France, snow ski in the Swiss Alps, and go on safari in Africa.  But I would like for him to do all this in complete and utter safety without any injuries, illnesses, threats or risks. skateboard off picnic table at outdoor skate park This parenting thing is a tight-rope that I am unsure of balancing on at times. I truly want to encourage him to take risks in life and dare to do anything he sets his mind to.  But I also want him to be safe.  And living life to its fullest is often not living to its safest. In summers past, we would spend hours at Van’s Skate Park, with him going faster and higher in a progression of larger half-pipes. I sat in the catwalk above the park, holding my breath and chanting like a monk for him to be safe, all the while cheering and giving a thumbs-up whenever he looked my way. Van's Skate Park, coming off the half-pipe, skateboarding, brave parenting He would start rolling down a deep slope, and my mind would imagine fifty ways he could come off the board and which bones would break.  (It didn’t help that I saw at least three broken bones happen to other kids during our time there!)  Then he would jump over a barricade as he came up and off the top, while I zoomed in with the camera and prayed so hard and fast that I’m sure God thought I was speaking in tongues. landing the exit at Van's Skate Park, skateboarding Then as soon as he landed without skull fractures or spinal injuries, I would cheer and say “WooHoo!” out loud as my mind shouted, “Thank you, Lord!!” When he asked, “How was that?” I would cheerfully reply, “Great! You got really good air on that one!” as my mind silently screeched, “OH MY GOD!  You were so high up in the air! If you had fallen it would have broken your back or bashed your skull!  Don’t ever do that again!” Dropping in the half-pipe at Van's Skate Park; brave parenting Most parents would drop their kids at skate camp and leave for the day.  I was terrified that if I left, when I returned there would be ambulances and cops and he would already be unconscious after asking for me with his last breath. I never shared with him my reasoning for staying, telling him instead that it was easier than driving all the way home and back.  Luckily, he wasn’t old enough yet to be completely weirded out that his mom was skulking around in the catwalk like a vulture. Catching air on a skateboard, riding the rail on a skateboard, Van's Skate Park The one day I did convince myself to leave and join a friend for brunch, I returned to the catwalk after a couple of hours and could not find him anywhere below.  My mind raced with scenarios.  Someone had kidnapped him.  Someone had lured him into the restroom.  He had come looking for me and gotten lost.  He was unconscious somewhere in the park that I couldn’t see. Finally I saw him sitting by the drink machines downstairs.  I raced down and tried to be nonchalant.  “What’s wrong?  You thirsty?  You tired?  You okay?”  I admonished myself mentally for leaving.  What if he had gotten ill?  I left him no money for a drink.  What if he had needed me? skateboarding the ramps at Van's Skate Park He looked back at me completely unbothered and casually said, “I fell on my back really hard and blacked out so they made me sit out here for a while.” EGAD!!!  My worst fear come true!  I had abandoned my baby at his time of need! (Okay, so he was 10 at the time and not a baby, but the neurotic mommy-mind does not distinguish such things!) “Oh God!  Are you alright?  You blacked out?  You hit your back?  You had your helmet on, right?  Are you okay?  What did they say?  Did someone find you right away?  How long were you out?” He looked at me as though I had suddenly sprouted tentacles and started speaking Klingon or some other galactic language.  He stood and walked away from me, a bit nervously now that I look back on it, and went back through the gate at the skate park, saying over his shoulder, “I’m fine.  They just told me to sit down.  I’m going back to skate! Bye Mom!” Skateboarding outside Van's Skate Park It’s a tightrope, people. I don’t want to freak him out.  I don’t want to make him scared to live, or scared to get hurt, or scared to take chances. But I want him safe. I try to balance my neurosis with my desire for him to live fully.  I try to keep it in check.  I’m there with a helmet and some safety precautions, but I try really hard not to let him see the panic in my mind as I encourage him and praise his efforts.  And I even try to push myself to have adventures alongside him whenever possible. I took him zip-lining in Alaska.  I took him swimming with sting rays in the Bahamas.  I have taken him on every major roller-coaster in Central Florida, even though Sheikra makes me pray loudly enough that the other riders think they are at a revival. indoor skydiving, Orlando skydiving He went indoor skydiving.  He got his scuba-diving certification.  He learned to weld. He hung upside down from a roof to paint a house. Lately, his interest is inventions with electricity.  He created a handheld taser and flame-thrower in an Altoids can.  I love that!  I want to encourage his mind and nurture it, feed it, allow it to achieve all it can.  But I don’t want the house to burn down, and I want him to have all his limbs and senses intact. altoid self-defense system, handheld taser, handheld flamethrower As I asked him to explain to me how the flamethrower was NOT going to blow up in his hand, he got exasperated and looked at me like I was a neurotic, panicked mother.  I realized I was too far on one side of the tightrope, but I also realized that in order to balance, I need to know he is safe. So I explained to him that I am the mom God gave him.  And I am a bit neurotic.  And I worry too much.  And I sometimes blow things out of proportion in an effort to be safe.  And God knew all that when He gave him me for a mom! handheld taser, handheld flamethrower, Altoids can self-defense system So I told him I figured that must be part of the plan.  God gave him intelligence, curiosity, courage, bravery, talents, and hutzpah.  But then God sent someone to keep him in check and help him be safe.  So he patiently answered my questions and even drew me a diagram to explain how it was impossible for it to blow up. So I will keep encouraging him to dare, and I will keep trying to provide him with opportunities to take risks and have breath-taking moments.   And I will try to do that with a smile on my face, a thumbs-up, and the words, “Go faster! Go higher! Try harder! You can do it!” But I will also ask questions and take precautions, and of course, freak out in my mind.  And I'm okay with that.  

11 Responses to Parenting Brave While Freaking Out

  1. Susan

    Good job Mom. You are doing fine.
    Enjoyed the read….love your style of writing. It is just as though we are sitting here talking.

    • The Goddess Howe

      Thank you! I appreciate that! Wish we were sitting here talking. It’s been a LOOOOONNNGGGG time!

  2. JennyFromTheBlog

    Awe shux, I’m flattered. It looks like whatever you’re doing it’s working!!! Let that kid enjoy himself and a little Purel after… call it a day!

    • The Goddess Howe

      And if he needs an antibiotic, only spill it on clean counters, right??? ;o)

  3. Angie Ladd

    Ugh. MJ showed me the taser that “Dr. Smooth” made. On the one hand I couldn’t believe he had figured out how to do it. On the other, if there is any kid I know that CAN do it, it is him. He is such a unique kid. Smart, handsome, kind, clever, mature, well-mannered, etc. The four of you are doing a fabulous job of raising him. You and MJ help me to be a little more brave then I actually feel. :0)

    • The Goddess Howe

      Thank you!!! I tell MJ quite often that I know he needs supervision, but I don’t feel qualified to supervise. I don’t even understand what he’s doing! ;o)

  4. Donna

    You are doing an awesome job with Dr. Smooth. He is an incredible young man. I am loving all your stories. They bring a smile to my face every time. Thanks for sharing!!!!!

    • The Goddess Howe

      Thanks Donna! It makes me smile to know you are enjoying them! ;o)

  5. Jenn Rugh

    Sounds to me like you’re doing a bang-up job! You’re much braver than I for the mere fact that you can watch, lol. You do realize that’s why most moms drop off, right? OK, that’s not true, but would be funny if it were, don’t ya think? Kudos on being an awesomely brave mom.

    • The Goddess Howe

      Thanks for the kudos, and I think you may be on to something! Maybe that is why they all left! Cowards!! Ha! ;o)

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