Crusty Lugholes
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I used to make myself absolutely sick with worry. My biggest fear was that my daughter would be abducted. I don't know why I was so worried about that.
It seems the odds are that would never happen. But we moved from the very rural English countryside back to the states and into a largish city where the houses seem to be right on top of one another and the crime rate here is so much higher than it was over there. So that may have triggered some of my fear.
I never lost that paranoia though, And I never let her out of my sight. It was particularly difficult when she got a little older and wanted to run the neighborhood. I couldn't allow it. It just wasn't safe. So in order to allow her the taste of freedom I would allow her to go on her bike with some of the other children from the neighborhood and I would sneak behind and follow them. Just to keep an eye on her.
I know that is extreme, but I could never shake my paranoia. I even talked to a minister about it and gave her to god. But I was still too overwhelmed by my irrational fear and wouldn't allow her to go out alone.
She's now 18 and a fabulous young lady.
Amazingly she told me she didn't feel that I smothered her either. Because as she grew up I worried that maybe I had hampered her child hood.
"Not at all!" She said she knew I was very concerned for her and that it meant I really loved her. -awwww- She's such a sweetie. <3
It seems the odds are that would never happen. But we moved from the very rural English countryside back to the states and into a largish city where the houses seem to be right on top of one another and the crime rate here is so much higher than it was over there. So that may have triggered some of my fear.
I never lost that paranoia though, And I never let her out of my sight. It was particularly difficult when she got a little older and wanted to run the neighborhood. I couldn't allow it. It just wasn't safe. So in order to allow her the taste of freedom I would allow her to go on her bike with some of the other children from the neighborhood and I would sneak behind and follow them. Just to keep an eye on her.
I know that is extreme, but I could never shake my paranoia. I even talked to a minister about it and gave her to god. But I was still too overwhelmed by my irrational fear and wouldn't allow her to go out alone.
She's now 18 and a fabulous young lady.
Amazingly she told me she didn't feel that I smothered her either. Because as she grew up I worried that maybe I had hampered her child hood.
"Not at all!" She said she knew I was very concerned for her and that it meant I really loved her. -awwww- She's such a sweetie. <3
