In an instant, I found myself caught in a swirling tide, the water engulfing me like a washing machine without a clear direction. As I emerged gasping for air, panic struck me when I realized I couldn’t see my son. Just moments later, his bright yellow swim shirt popped up like an odd aquatic creature breaking the surface, and as his head emerged, he joyfully lunged toward the shore. My heart raced as if he had been underwater for an eternity. Grabbing his tiny arm, I exclaimed, “You’re okay? That must have been terrifying!”
To my surprise, he beamed back at me, “That was awesome!”
Feeling a bit rattled, I instinctively tried to hold him close through the next wave, but he pushed my arms away, indignant. “Don’t hold me, Mom!” At other times, when I approached him in worry, he would roll his eyes and assure me, “I’m fine,” before darting off to join his father. It dawned on me then that he thrived in those brief moments of uncertainty—while I saw potential danger, he experienced exhilaration.
Later that evening, as my husband reviewed the footage from our beach day, I felt a familiar twinge of embarrassment watching myself cling to my son during what was a perfectly manageable wave. In that moment, I wished my anxious tendencies were atypical, but a rush of memories flooded my mind: my anxiety when he plays near the road, scales the rope-laden treehouse, speeds down the sidewalk on his scooter, or teeters on the edge of cliffs and seawalls—places he seems inexplicably drawn to.
How did I transform into this overprotective mother? I grew up with minimal supervision—an independent child who navigated the world alone, from my walk home from school to solo travels across Europe in my twenties. Yet here I was, fearful of allowing my son to play freely in the surf or climb too high, or run too fast.
My husband’s approach to parenting stands in stark contrast to mine. His adventurous spirit fosters a child who confidently tests boundaries, knowing he’s safe. He was the one who taught our son to dive to the bottom of the pool while I stood on the sidelines, biting my lip and envisioning the worst. When I hesitated, my husband encouraged him with a “Just do it,” while I hesitated.
I often think about my grandmother, who, after her son was injured during a conflict in 1947, felt compelled to have another child as a “backup.” While I don’t find myself in such dire circumstances, I carry an underlying fear of losing my only child and the existential dread that would accompany such a loss. Perhaps my instinct to hover stems from some ingrained memory, a genetic echo of past traumas.
Our vacation became a lesson in letting go—releasing my relentless drive for productivity, shedding the accumulated stress of daily life, and relinquishing my rigid routines. Most importantly, it was about allowing my son the freedom to explore without constant intervention.
Overprotection can yield unintended consequences; instead of raising a safer child, you risk cultivating resentment in a child who is unable to explore their limits. There may be scrapes and bruises, adrenaline-fueled moments of panic, but the end result is a resilient child who learns that even in moments of chaotic tumble, they can find their way back to safety. While I may not hold him as tightly, I will remain nearby, ready to catch him if needed.
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Summary
This article reflects on the journey of a mother grappling with anxiety as she learns to navigate her fears while allowing her son to explore the world freely. It emphasizes the importance of balancing protection with independence, ultimately recognizing that resilience stems from letting children test their limits.