Friday, February 1, 2013


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{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
Climbing the ladder to the slide for the first time

1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in {you can grab the button code in my blog footer}
3. Go leave some comment props for the five minute artist who linked up before you {and if you love us, consider turning off word verification for the day to make it easier for folks to say howdy}
Oh afraid of so much. Not crippling all the time present afraid but afraid nonetheless. Afraid of dying too young, of dying too old. Of never realizing my full potential and of not ever knowing what my potential is. Of sending my son to school, of keeping him home. A deep rooted afraid of something happening to my son, illness, harm, anything that shouldn't happen. Afraid of not being able to stick to the life changes I want to happen, of continuously spending too much money, of not working out. Afraid of getting lost, of not getting lost when I need to. Afraid of losing my temper, afraid of yelling, again. Afraid of being too tired to do anything. Afraid my son will not ever sleep on his own. General fears make me afraid, the middle of the night ones are the worst. That's when my afraids go a little crazy and I start being afraid of bogeymen and fires and worse things. Those afraids I can keep down and a rational mind realizes they're unlikely but they linger still. Afraid my son will not be happy, afraid he won't feel encouraged and accepted, afraid he will be timid in school, afraid he will have trouble making friends. They're afraids I live with, not always present but there to make me appreciate what I have.


  1. Oh I have some of the same fears and I am here to encourage you that you are not alone in your fears. I am so familiar with this word. I love those moments at the playground and what a great picture you captured! It was pleasure to read your FMF today!

    Coming by from FMF!


    1. Thank you so much! The fears of a parent are the worst aren't they? Thanks for stopping by.

  2. Visiting from Five Minute Friday. Boy, those fears for/about our children are the worst, aren't they? Good perspective about using the afraids to appreciate what we have. Great post!

    1. Thank you very much, and I'm very happy you stopped by!

  3. Robin, I really appreciate you honesty. Cheers,
    My Five Minute Friday

    1. Thank you to you for stopping by.