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Mom doesn't want to pass on fears to kids, but about those clowns ...

I worry about passing my fears onto my son. I want him to inherit my love of books and art, not my coulrophobia, which is a fancy term for fear of clowns.

Still, I know if I act afraid of something Ethan may come to fear it too, and it pains me to say some things really freak me out.

I am easily startled. I hate frogs because, well, I don't trust anything that can go from floor to face in a split second. And the aforementioned clowns? Don't get me started on those face-painted circus demons. I once made my husband's arm bleed trying to escape a Pennywise mob at Busch Garden's Howl-O-Scream.

Then there are the big fears, the ones we all battle on some level. I fear growing old and my body failing. I fear the ugliness in the world and my inability to stop it. I fear making mistakes.

I know Ethan will ponder life's difficult questions one day. I want to set a good example and not let the daily what-ifs overwhelm me. I want to remember to let go and let God.

I wish becoming a parent meant instantly outgrowing my neurosis, but something tells me it isn't that easy. I can not hide my anxieties forever. I am only human.

So, if one day a toad crosses my path and I scream in front of Ethan, my plan is to laugh it off. I will tell him mommy is silly, that frogs will not hurt him and clowns are just people in ghastly makeup.

And when the serious questions arise, I will tell him the truth: Life is scary sometimes.

It is how we handle it that makes the difference.

Sarah Whitman is a married mother of an infant (soon to be a toddler) who lives in Land O'Lakes.

Mom doesn't want to pass on fears to kids, but about those clowns ... 09/25/13 [Last modified: Wednesday, September 25, 2013 12:41pm]
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