I get hit with the astounding responsibility of having a
child at random times during the day. My daughter doesn’t need to be with me
either. A solo trip down slick subway steps summoned the terror recently. Behold my spiraling stream of consciousness below:
“SLOW DOWN! You’ll break your
neck…
"What if I broke my ankle? I was
single that time I sprained my ankle. I was ALONE then. NO ONE took care of me.
But I did get to put my feet up and relax while laid up! I’m a mom now – FORGET
the luxury of being laid up…
“What do injured mothers do?! It
must happen EVERYDAY! Those subway steps almost got ME...
“WORSE, what about single moms?
Or no family nearby? No safety net. I’d probably tie myself up in bubble wrap
or something…
“There’s that Visiting Nurses
Service. They visit old people when they’re hurt. How about a Visiting Nanny
Service for moms? Same acronym, anyway. Insurance should cover it. Or the
government! In Sweden, they’d pay for it…
I wish we lived in Sweden!”
By the time the C train arrives, I’ve imagined myself
walking around in bubble wrap and/or living in Sweden. Any old irrational
contingency plan helps keep my fears at bay.
If I’m lucky, my plotting just
might hold me for awhile…at least until the next chance happening occurs…
