Showing posts with label Fears. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fears. Show all posts

Friday, February 1, 2013

The Greatest Show On Earth...

Recently, I had the amazing opportunity to chaperon my daughter's class to the circus.  Now I'm not quite sure why I volunteered to go considering how the circus and I don't exactly see eye to eye.  (In case you missed it, see this post and this post for reference.)  Is there really that much difference between the circus and 4-H?  Sure, at a 4-H event, you don't see prancing tigers and talented elephants and daredevils dangling from a rope 100 feet in the air by only their TOES, but in my mind, there are A LOT of similarities. 
(Okay, actually, well, I must admit...they have nothing in common but being able to unleash the frantic side of Lianna...and it's not pretty, y'all!)

So...The day started out pretty "normal" as in the kind of normal we see around here.  To everyone else, it may seem a bit like pure CHAOS.  Anyway...Once Merisa and I arrived at her school, her entire class along with five other classes loaded the buses that were anxiously waiting our arrival.  Granted, I've had the pleasure of traveling via those big yellow contraptions many, MANY times in the past thanks to my coaching endeavours, but I must have grown since then!  Those bus seats seemed a thousand times smaller than I remembered, which is not so good for someone who has a bad case of claustrophobia.

As I paused and wiped my brow that was now profusely sweating from fear, I noticed that the other adults on the bus were perfectly and utterly FINE!  In attempt to keep myself from becoming an outcast yet again, I told myself "You'll live!  The emergency exit is within reach.  It'll be okay since you're sitting on the aisle way.  Everything will go smoothly."

Except I wasn't actually sitting in the aisle way.  So there's that.

In attempt to keep this post somewhat less than a mile long, I have decided to end this portion of the discussion.  No one wants to hear about my INSANE phobia of riding in a vehicle while others are driving.  It's bad, y'all.  Just ask my husband!  I'm pretty sure he'll request a sedative the next time we go on a family vacation...and that's for me so I won't drive everyone mad with my fears of hitting other cars or driving off the road or not being in the right line at the right time or... 

Back to the main point.  We arrived at the circus with what seemed like a BAZILLION other buses!  Once we were seated, everyone anxiously waited for the circus to begin.  Everyone except...me.  My stomach was already in a tizzy, and I was pretty certain the stress of watching stunt after stunt would do nothing to calm down my nerves. 

Yep, I was right!

Mind you, I was sitting next to my daughter and her friends.  Seeing how she recently transferred to this school, most of her classmates I had never met up until this point.  And everyone knows how important it is to make a "good" first impression. 

As I peered towards the three rings of fun, I noticed a rather LARGE ramp that seemed to go nowhere. What would be the point of that? A ramp must be connected to something. It IS the circus, but seriously, we're not talking about the X Games. Surely, they must still be setting up the stage. Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Lianna. Wishful thinking!

So...

The announcer came over the loud speaker sharing his words of wisdom.  As he began introducing the first act, engines started revving in the distance.  Then, dirt bikes entered the arena, and it appeared that the drivers were young...as in, young enough to still be wearing diapers!  Okay, I'm sure they were a bit older, but you get my drift.

They circled the ring over and over.  I thought to myself "That's interesting.  They're just going to drive in circles.  Man, there was no reason to get all worked up.  Everyone's going to play it safe...for the kids." 

Obviously, I didn't get the memo.

I glanced over my shoulder and that lovely RAMP once again caught my eye.  The light bulbs started flashing and sirens started screaming!

Surely, not!  No.  Never.  They wouldn't do that!

Oh, yes, they would!

Those little boys (who would be incredibly furious if they read this and were actually middle-aged men) headed for the much awaited RAMP!  My heart started pumping out of control.  My palms began to sweat.  My stomach dislodged and moved its way to my mouth. I tried to swallow, but I was having a difficult time breathing. 

And then, it happened.

The first bike made its way up the ramp, floated in the air approximately 100 feet and landed on the mat on the other side of the arena!  And if that wasn't bad enough, the next biker dared the same feat only it was much too simple for him.  He added a lovely little handstand on top of the handle bars while the bike endured some "air time!"

Seriously?!

Where were their mothers?  Did they sneak out and practice these maneuvers while no one was watching?  Oh. My. Word!

And they just kept going, and going, and going...  It went on for what seemed like a lifetime.  One stunt after another.  Each rider performing a trick a little more death-defying than the one before him. 

I was on edge.  Gasping with each movement.  Praying every time someone rode up that ramp.  Shouting "Please, you really don't want to do that.  Do you?" 

Guess I didn't scream loud enough 'cause they kept on their merry life-threatening way! 

In the midst of my despair, I glanced at my daughter assuming she would need to be comforted from the terror.  To my surprise (actually, I should've known), she was not frantic, but rather calm instead.  I could barely breathe and was certain that I might pass out at any moment, and there she was (along with the rest of the audience) with no worry in sight.

Were they watching the same show that I was?  Did they not see how incredibly dangerous those stunts were?  Someone could crash at any time.  They could miss the mat.  I could go on and on, but merely writing this story is making me gasp for air. 

So my shrills and screams as each bike left the ramp in hope to make it to the far-far away mat did not impress my daughter.  Nor did my never-ending array of frightened jumps and nervous shouts of "Be careful!  You don't want to do that!  Where's the safety net?"

When I asked my ever-so brave daughter if she was frightened, she gave me one of those "Seriously, mom?" looks like any tween girl would do.  "Of course not, mom.  Why would I be?", she shared with disgust as her friends sitting nearby chuckled to themselves.

Well, because.  Because, that's why!

Yep, that first impression...the one that's so important...didn't quite go as planned.  Instead of being the "cool mom" or the "fun mom", I'm the "crazy-lady-that-screams-way-too-much-and-freaks-out-about-everything" mom.  I was the next spectacle to take center stage.

I'm THAT mom!

AGAIN!

*And that was just the first act!  Don't get me started about the lady dangling from a bar using only her TOES all the while a man riding on a motorcycle spins them in circles!  Oh, did I mention they were way up in the air without a net?!  Nerves of steel I do not have!

**Sorry, I would share pictures of the insane stunt(s), but I was shaking so badly the last thing I thought to do was go for the camera!  Please accept my deepest apologies.






Saturday, November 3, 2012

A Book, A Pizza, And A Name...


At one point in my life, I did not know if I would ever have children.  Not because of the numerous reasons you might think, either.  Mostly because of that little known book entitled "What To Expect When You're Expecting."  I remember receiving said book as a gift, opening to the first page, and gasping for air due to my level of shock!  SERIOUSLY!  What sane person would put their body through such torture?  It's completely INSANE!  Unimaginable, really.

Okay, so I'm a bit of a paranoid freak and tend worry about all of the "what ifs" so this may have been the root of the problem!

I also might mention that I have an incredible and uncontrollable fear of...doctors...and hospitals...and needles...and...  I'll stop now since I'm starting to sweat from the anxiety of mentioning those dreaded words.  Funny part is that I went to college to be a...ummmm...doctor!  Joke was on me! I was convinced that I just needed to expose myself to the world of medicine and my fears would be gone.  FOUR years and a bachelor's degree later that problem was still as strong as ever...if not worse!  Guessing having a fear of needles and being a physician would be difficult to juggle. 

So I walked away from the medical world, but my love is still there.  I google every condition known to man and fill myself with countless bits of information that I can absorb from anyone who has medical knowledge.  Let me say, however, that the information I've gained through the years has not helped my anxiety.  Not one bit.  Quite the opposite actually.  I pass out with a drop of a hat, but I won't go into that now.  Trust me...there are many, many stories I could share about self-induced fainting.  I'm kind of a pro. 

And I must have a problem with being distracted easily 'cause this is not what I was intending to write so...

Back to my point.

Children.

I made it through that horrendous book and managed to calm myself long enough to have children. 

Maybe it's the road we walked.  Problems with carrying a pregnancy to term...losing one baby after another for unknown reasons. 

It's not the road I imagined, but it has made me more appreciative of what I have.  Children are a blessing.  Period. They may color your couch from top to bottom with a bright green marker, but it doesn't matter.  They may dump every inch of water out of the bath tub and onto the floor, but it doesn't matter.  They may deposit an ice cube in the middle of the table onto their brand new school pictures instead of putting the ice in the sink, but it doesn't matter.  They may rearrange ALL of your furniture and utilize every blanket that you own in order to create the world's best "spooky house" in the middle of your living room, but it DOES matter! 

It is part of being a child.

The innocence of youth.

The ability to find beauty in everything.

The imagination of a child is monumental.  Breathtaking, really.

So when my children make comments that are purely innocent, I smile.  I laugh.  I learn. 

I relish in the moment and want to share it with everyone I know.

So...I am.

On our way home, I stopped to pick up pizza for our Friday night dinner.  Logan was THRILLED about eating pizza and decided he couldn't wait to get home before sinking his teeth into the yummy "p-zza".  So he was given a slice.  He, then, asked for a breadstick.  He's a boy and likes LOVES to eat.

As I handed him the breadstick, I said "Logan, here's your breadstick."

He replied, "Hey!"

I said, "Hey, what?!" expecting him to say I didn't give him the right breadstick.

It was apparent that he was completely suprised by something, but I didn't know what.  Maybe he saw a dinosaur or a tractor or...a house. 

His response was a little unexpected.

With a small shrill in his voice, he declared "Hey, Mommy.  You know me NAME!  YOU KNOW ME NAME!"

I just smiled and, then, laughed from joy!  I love these kids!  They make my heart melt! 

*Note: Maybe he's starting to realize that is took us almost 24 hours after birth to name him.  Surely, he can't remember that, right?



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