Stressed Augmentation

19 Mar

In many ways, having kids is great.

I can’t think of a lot of examples right now, but I like interacting with the hot moms at the playground, and I’ll probably be able to get a dog out of this whole thing pretty soon, since my son is obsessed and my wife can’t tell him no. So those are some perks. Plus, kids change your perspective and make you a better person and shift your priorities and let you see outside yourself and zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Those Z’s are purely figurative, by the way, because the flip-side to that “I’ve never been happier!” coin is that children also steal your sleep, drain your finances, shred your lifestyle, eliminate your free time and, I’m learning, increase your blood pressure.

leland Stressed AugmentationI’ve never been more anxious in my life than I’ve been for the two-plus years I’ve been a father. Sure, I’ve been able to experience some amazing highs as I’ve watched my son grow and learn and develop, but I’ve also watched my hair go from dark to gray overnight, Leland Palmer-style, my wrinkles take over my face and myself just generally become a stressed-out wreck.

There is so much to worry about when you have a kid, stuff that goes beyond the normal, everyday, don’t-need-to-be-a-parent concerns about jobs and finances and health. All of a sudden you’re worrying about SIDS and suffocation and how much sodium is in this? and is he watching too much TV? and stop swearing around him! and bullies and ADHD and sexting and is a bumpy red monster that’s shaped like a dildo really a good role model? and North Korea acting all nukey and football causing concussions and global warming and catfishes and Amber Alerts and on and on and on…

It starts when they’re babies. Everything becomes cause for panic, since you don’t know what the hell you’re doing. Is that normal? Is that normal? What about that? Are you sure? Oh my god what is that?! Oh right. His penis.

You get so keyed up that even when things are going well you’re still concerned. When we first started sleep-training, it was nerve-wracking just trying to get through the night without a scream session. Then, once he’d gotten the hang of that, we’d start freaking out when he didn’t wake up and cry out. Why is he so quiet? Is he okay? Is he even breathing? Oh my god what is that! Oh right. His penis. Stressed Augmentation

Eventually you learn to accept the silence at face value and have a little faith. After all, if cavebabies could grow up in a dinosaur-ridden hellscape (I’m not a scientist), I think this new generation of children can survive without a video monitor, right?

And then he becomes a toddler. A toddler intent on killing himself and taking you with him.

Just watching a two-year-old for two hours is enough to give you a heart attack. Raising a toddler is less about what you’re doing to protect them and more about what they’re not doing to protect themselves. Like using any goddamn common sense.

You turn around and suddenly they’ve scaled the couch and are about to dive onto the floor, or have somehow moved an ottoman all the way across the house just so they can reach the sink and and stick their hand under the hot water. Or during dinner – should they deign to even partake – they’ll make a choking sound purely to get your attention-slash-make your heart stop. God forbid you take them outside, where they run around like chickens with no heads, constantly threatening to dart into traffic or slam into a tree or touch a homeless man.

They’re testing their limits and testing our limits and taking it to the limit and living life in the fast lane and at some point somebody’s going to emergency and somebody’s going to jail. The whole thing is just annoying as hell, especially since, on top of all the physical changes that come with getting older, being a parent makes you feel old. The shit you did as a kid – the awesome, fun, stupid shit you loved doing! – is no longer awesome or fun when your kid does it. It’s just plain stupid and you’re gonna shoot your eye out! And now you’re your father.

scheming toddler Stressed AugmentationAnd the worst part about all this annoying, anxiety-inducing paranoia isn’t the old “Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean your toddler’s not dumb enough to try and ride that terrifying-looking Rottweiler” chestnut. No, the worst part is that I’m going to be this on edge for the rest of my life. And so are you.

Because it doesn’t matter how laid-back you are; once you own offspring, your thoughts never stray from its well-being, whether your kid is three months, three years or three decades old.

I finally understand why, when I visit home, my parents still wait up for me.


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6 Responses to “Stressed Augmentation”

  1. Lissie - Giggles and Screams March 19, 2013 at 12:03 pm #

    As a mom of 5 kids, I’d like to tell you that it gets easier. But… My mom always taught me not to lie.

  2. Nishtha March 19, 2013 at 12:37 pm #

    I love your posts… This one especially. I am a new mom and find myself worrying about everything that can go wrong… Am I doing this right?!?!?…. Why my baby wants to touch everywhere there may be germs…is she getting enough nutrition.. Love that you are able to bring out the funny side to all this :)

  3. nannypology March 19, 2013 at 6:43 pm #

    “Is that normal? Is that normal? What about that? Are you sure? Oh my god what is that?! Oh right. His penis.” I’m dying laughing. Somehow we all made it out alive, and I’m sure all of our kids will too! Good luck? :)

  4. Kim Peterson, MA, LPC-S, RPT March 19, 2013 at 6:47 pm #

    Well said as always!

  5. ModernHouseDad March 19, 2013 at 10:57 pm #

    I can relate on many levels to this post having a toddler myself, though my head of hair remains unchanged in color. All the greys went directly to my nostrils. I found this intriguing and frightening.

  6. Kim- One Classy Motha March 19, 2013 at 11:47 pm #

    Amen!
    Honestly, I barely shave my legs anymore because I’m constantly afraid I’ll accidently leave the razor within preschooler reach. Well, that and I don’t have have the time or privacy.

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