Yep. I just killed a spider, and I feel like a whole new woman. Ok, ok. I probably should have scooped him up in a cup and carried him outside to live a wonderful life of spidering, but it was crawling on my pillow and I just couldn’t have that. And for a split second I got over my fear of spiders and it felt great.
I simply can not stand spiders and roaches, I get nervous while flying and I’m afraid to ride a horse along with a good list of other things that I’m just plain scared of. I guess you could say I’m kind of a wimp. And I need to get over it. I mentioned that I’m striving to be a strong mom for Wolf, and this means getting over some of my fears.
As with everything that comes with parenthood, I’m taking each little step one at a time. Being a strong role model for my boy is very important to me. So I’m learning to “suck it up”, at least in baby steps. Of course now each time a little piece of hair touches my arm, I freak out thinking it’s another spider. Go figure.