I’m a big chicken and I’m the first to admit it. I wouldn’t say I’m scared of the dark but as an avid fan of Dateline NBC, 48 Hours Investigates on CBS and Forensic Files I’m quite leery of my surroundings and the strangers lurking within them.
Ok, ok, so that’s a bit dramatic, but when I’m in a foreign place and the sun grazes the horizon, the hairs on the back of my neck slowly start to stand on end.
I thought having a child would rectify my fears. Not so much. They’re actually amplified now because I HAVE to check out strange noises and I can’t pull the covers over my head.
This weekend I was alone with my 15 month old son, at a lake house, in the United States. It’s one of those remote areas where even if the alarm system goes off, the closest police or fire services are about 15-20 minutes away. So, you can only imagine where my mind wandered. The scenarios I creatively devise in my head are ridiculous, vivid and easily the next blockbuster thriller movie.
But, as this weekend comes to a close, it’s the lead up that was the worst part. I almost didn’t stay here out of concern/fear but when it all comes down to it, the hours passed quickly and easily.
I cooked homemade feasts, checking out the cute, local towns, relaxing and prepping the place for my son’s awake time.
It’s yet another moment in life where you look back and sort of roll your eyes at yourself. As if I even balked at the idea to spend some time alone in a beautiful place out of fear.
Glad I did it though