In Search of My Stomach
When I was a kid, I’d find the scariest of the roller coasters and line up for hours, much to the distaste of my parents. But something happens when you have kids that change your perspective on doing things that scare you.
Being afraid doesn’t so much get in your way until the day when you are the parent standing in the line with your kid and walking straight through the seats to wait at the finish line. The delight on their faces makes you, just for a split second, wish you had shared the fun with them, but the fear is still there and it quickly drowns out the idea.
For me, the fear took on a life of its own every time I watched our spawn do something I used to enjoy, but now can’t bring myself to do. Until I challenged myself to conquer my fears that is. And that I did.
I went on Canada’s largest roller coaster. I didn’t pass out. I didn’t puke. I didn’t even cry. I did keep my eyes open for the majority of the ride and managed to get my hands off the bar on a few drops and turns my bat wings flapping in the breeze (not the big drop… that’s for another day). You know the crazy thing? I survived AND I had fun. I spent my nervous energy hanging out with one of my favourite people (our daughter Daphne), and her strength gave me the strength to get on that ride even when they told us we had to sit in the coveted (by some) last car. That used to be my job; teaching her how to calm herself in stressful situations. I must have taught her well, because she was calming me like a champ.
I’m still going to be nervous on the drops if I go again, but I know I will survive, have fun, and it won’t be fear that holds me back from enjoying the company of my family.
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