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What I fear

05.02.07 | commentary, labor & delivery | 11 Comments

Someone taunted me, recently, over my “fear of childbirth,” and it got me thinking about what I do fear. She also said something very profound, that “what we get accustomed to [don't fear] is revealing.” Absolutely. I must not fear death by car accident, very much — enough to wear my seatbelt and follow traffic laws and be hyper-vigilant about my kids’ carseats, but not enough to stop driving.

I don’t fear skin cancer, very much — enough to insist on sunscreen, hats and unrevealing swimsuits for myself and my family, but not enough to stop going to the beach. I don’t fear bicycle accidents for my girls, very much — enough to insist they wear helmets, but not enough to make them stop riding. I don’t fear the effects of caffeine (probably something I should fear), because I continue to drink Mountain Dew.

I do fear drug dealers who are making crystal meth more appealing to young first-time customers by cutting it with sweetening and softening agents. I fear that enough that I think again about homeschooling. On the other hand, I fear that in 50 years my greatest contribution to society will be that I cleaned up after and chauffered around four hooligans. I fear gun violence and representations of violence in the media — enough that I’ll censor what comes into my home, but not enough to tell Sally that she can’t go to college.

I don’t fear childbirth, very much — enough to get the best prenatal care available (and take the best prenatal care of myself that I can) and to plan to be within arm’s distance of the best medical science has to offer, just in case, but not enough to stop giving birth.

I think, maybe, a little fear is a good thing. What do you fear?

totally unrelated, but fun to read

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