To
spaz or not to
spaz...that is the question.
Today
mosheshe and I started our first mom group, (yes the one I lined up for).
Anyway, would you
believe I actually had anxiety about it last night? I had a dream
that I walked in on someone basting Hayden like a turkey ready to put him in the
oven to cook!
The Freud in me
believes this was my subconscious way of dealing with my anxiety, or feeding it I should say.
So anyway, we get up, we go, all the while I'm just not sold on the idea of someone else looking after my little guy (day care at mom group). Not that I don't trust others I just don't feel that hes ready for others putting him to sleep, calming him down etc. Sleep was actually my biggest concern. If he misses a nap life for me there after is a gong show.
Anywho, as I was saying... The morning actually went well. (Yes I did check on him about 12 times) but I knew that my little man would need me. ....well he didn't not until it was time to leave.
I was a little annoyed with myself for being such a
spaz seeing my nature is not like that at all! I am never afraid of trying new things and never in my life had I ever experienced anxiety!
With that all said a few women in the class told me I was their hero for biting the bullet and getting out of the house with Hayden at such a young age. They both told me they were too afraid of it themselves when their babies were his age.
Knowing that I'm not crazy, that it's
ok to feel like a
spaz and
anxiety does happen to other mothers made me feel so much better.
I understand now why all those moms stood around in the cold that morning to register. To seek reassurance that they're doing a great job, and realize we are all crazy together.