Tuesday, May 09, 2006
I was reminded of real fear at the weekend.
My heart hammered, and when I wasn't gasping and praying, I was biting my lower lip. Sweat broke out as I immediately overheated and my knees quivered. All those classic responses to fright. Mother's fright. The worst kind.
Swimming lessons. My six year old DD who is short enough to pass for a four year old. Climbing up the ladder of a 12 foot diving board. Stopping at the top. Looking around with her little hands clasped in front of her as if in prayer. Spotting me, waving and stepping off the end of the board into the deep end.
And then doing it all again with a big grin on her face.