Often I find myself looking at my 1 year old and being starkly aware of how much I could lose. It makes me fearful. I feel I've just placed my heart into this little vessel, and now I'm at the mercy of fate.
My sister died several years ago, very very young. I felt much the same about her as I do about my baby- fierce protectiveness, sheer joy at being in her company, the sense that she's almost too precious, too fabulous to be true.
I haven't reached the point of constant anxiet about my dd, but I can see it coming if I'm not careful. I don't know how I'll cope as her independence grows, but at the same time I know I can't protect her all the time. I'm just painfully aware of how quickly and easily precious things can be snatched away.
Is this to do with the loss of my sister, do you think, or is this the price you pay for being a parent? How does anyone else cope with this?
Sorry for maudlin post.