I do. Sarah at One Starry Night recently wrote a post called I Fear Change, which got me to thinking about the different kinds of changes that happen in our lives. Whether we can control that change or not, for me, often dictates the level of discomfort I have with it.

I’m not afraid of the change that I have no control over. I remember when my first daughter was about to be born, a thought rushed through my head: I am about to become a mother. There is no turning back. It was a thought that might scare the living daylights out of anyone who knew the enormity of that life change, but my memory grabbed that empty space in time when I was nobody’s mother, and then I willingly met my new daughter. When I was in my car accident in 1993, a thousand thoughts and images went through my mind before I collided with that other car, but I was at peace, knowing that I could not control what was about to happen. I may fear dying, but I don’t think I will fear death itself. There is a kind of peace that comes with surrendering to the inevitable.

The change I do have control over shakes me up like nothing else. I was a part of the decision to move away from our house in the country to our house in the city, but two weeks into it I still feel lost and exhausted when I wake up in the morning. I am still grieving my losses and fighting the changes, no matter how much work I have put into expanding my horizons and feeling at peace.

I made the decision to homeschool my daughter this year. Partly because our lives are so much in the air it was one decision I could make that I knew we could work around when we didn’t know what our jobs would be. But as much as I am excited by the possibilities that come with homeschooling, I realize that for as much as I’m pretty far out from the mainstream, I am also very traditional. Going to school is traditional. Packing lunches and dropping your child off at the front door, getting to know all her classmates names and attending the school concerts is traditional. Last year I chose to send my daughter to public school even though I thought homeschooling was the best education option. This year I’m uncertain if it will actually work for her, or for us.

I recently chose to accept a new job. The same kind of job in mental health that I did six years ago before I had children. I’ve been waiting for the time when I could return to this kind of work, but for almost six years I’ve been running a family daycare. It’s had its up and downs but I am familiar with the work and I’ve enjoyed making my own hours and working for myself. Now, I worry if I can go back to working for someone else. There have been many changes in the health care system over the years and I wonder if I can handle working for a company chooses the well being of its budget over the well being of the people.

The change I create for myself is like mental Russian roulette. I constantly worry if I’ve made the right decision even after I’ve pulled the trigger. Because it is inevitable that soon I will have to pull it again. And luck runs out. I’ve never liked making my own decisions because I hate to feel responsible for the outcome, but I guess this is what being a grown up is all about. I’m still getting used to it and I’ve been in this rotten position for about 16 years now.

Then there is the kind of change that is brought about between oneself and another or solely by another person that directly affects you. Weaning is one of these changes. Ideally, a breastfeeding relationship will continue until the child outgrows the need. If the nursing relationship needs to end earlier it is recommended that weaning happen gently and gradually. We are very, very slowly weaning. I thought when we moved that the need to nurse would increase but my daughter surprised me by nursing even less. Except at night. She makes up for less nursing when she’s asleep!

I have mixed feelings about her weaning. She is my last baby and I want to end it right.  I was pretty successful with my oldest child’s weaning, but it was my decision to end it at her third birthday and she just accepted that. I am starting to want my youngest to stop nursing sooner than later. It is getting more uncomfortable for me, both psychologically and physically. It feels strange now, it’s uncomfortable. She is beginning to tell me things like “that side isn’t working mommy,” or “that one is empty.” Really? My milk supply is actually dwindling after all these years? It is certainly a loss of something I’ve cherished for such a long time. Instead of seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, sometimes it feels like I can see the darkness at the end of the light. The unknown. The place that makes me sad to think about. While I look forward to some aspects of it the same way I looked forward to aspects of our move, the place is fraught with uncertainly and loss.

I don’t want to be the person who sees the glass half empty. I like Pollyannas. I know that change is the one thing in life that is inevitable, and that’s fine when fate or my husband is making the decisions, but some days I really don’t like taking responsibility.

What about you? Do you fear change? If not, can you share what it is that gets you through the uncertainty? I’d be very grateful.

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13 Responses to “Do You Fear Change?”

  1. #1 Laura Says:

    August 2, 2010 at 4:33 pm
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    August 2, 2010 at 5:32 pm
  3. #3 Sarah Cassill Says:

    August 2, 2010 at 7:48 pm
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    August 3, 2010 at 7:32 pm
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    August 3, 2010 at 11:33 pm

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