So That Sucked

Today I discovered that I am completely tapped out when it comes to unnecessary risks. Tapped out. A few months ago my husband signed our son up for a 1000 meter open water swim. It was ambitious and BD wanted to do it. Eventually, we realized it was probably more than a nine year old on his first open water should have to do, so we dropped him to the 250 meter. There were three open water training sessions prior to the actual event and BD was able to make it to one of them. The first one. The only one in a pool. We got him out in a lake once with a friend of ours who was great. It was eye opening and clear to me that dropping to the 250 was wise. Plus our schedule and the pace of our lives would make it impossible for him to adequately train for the 1000. 

Last night I decided to look at the weather for today and realized we’d be throwing our skinny-ass kid in a 70 degree lake, with 58 degree air temperature. This was the beginning of my shit spiral. I started texting my brother and sister in law who were both colegate swimmers and they agreed it was cold and they wouldn’t do it without a wetsuit. By 8:30pm I went on record with my husband that I was not a fan of going ahead with this stupid event. 

It’s important to remember that I’m an old hospice nurse and watching people die for 15 years kind of normalizes death. My mom was a pediatric audiologist who used to treat all children like they couldn’t hear. I, on the other hand, am constantly expecting people to drop dead. Being married to an oncology patient has not helped. My current job involves a lot of data and chart reviews on what can go wrong with kids and babies, so I also have that to fuel my paranoid little fire. 

I’m not in a good place right now for unnecessary risk, but I went to bed completely convinced they’d cancel this shenanigans and we’d have a lovely day without it. They didn’t. As soon as we were up my husband reminded me that BD’s mood tends to mirror mine and I better keep it together. I’m not good at containing how I feel, but I gave it my best shot. I tried to keep it light, but made sure he got the ‘listen to your body and do what is safe” lecture. I told him “if you feel like you can’t make it to the buoy and back don’t try to do it”.

Truth be told I’ve always been a cautious safety girl. Even before kids and cancer I’ve never understood our gladiator culture around extreme races. I was beyond baffled when extreme races came out with electric shock obstacles. There isn’t much that will make me give my husband a hard no, but there was no way in hell I was going to let him spend our hard earned money to overtax his cardiovascular system and simultaneously receive an electric shock. Seriously, what is wrong with us? Are we that bored, or broken, or both? In my mind this is the result of a bored culture of excess that needs to do unnecessary “extreme” things because we are dead inside. Fix your life people. 

So there we were at the reservoir and no one seemed bothered by the potential environmental impact on our skinny children. We are dicks, the whole lot of us. This youth event was happening. God save our souls. I was seething. I got to the point I didn’t want to talk to other parents, and I couldn’t look at my husband. He pushes BD in ways that I never will, and it’s usually so good for him. Additionally, there isn’t much BD wont do to make his dad happy or proud. But this felt like it crossed a line and was a breech of my son’s trust. I mean there is no way either of his parents would have willingly swam in those conditions. Honestly, I blamed myself. I’m the parent who’s judgement isn’t blinded by testosterone. Everytime I hear someone ask “but did you die?” I want to throat punch them. Really, is that the new standard? We are all going down in a blaze of bravado and machismo, and I’m over it. 

He had a great attitude. He was having fun with his friends, and from my vantage point happily got in the water. They all took off and he stayed with the herd until they rounded the buoy. He started to slip behind after that but had a friend close by. I watched him struggle and rest and make all the smart moves. He would call out to his friend and check on her. The safety boaters were keeping a close eye on them and I could hear them verbally check in with him. He was ok, but I was not. 

I could go on and on about how unnecessary this was. There are perfectly good heated pools he can swim in at anytime. This is hardly a necessary life skill. But more than anything I’ve spent three and a half years terrified my husband would die. It’s always with me. Always. Things are so good right now. He is literally without any measurable cancer which is nothing short of a miracle. Cancer is hard on a marriage, but our marriage feels like it’s in a really good place. I’m relieved and happy and trying to figure out how we do life in a cancer free world. But today, I lost my shit. It hit me like a hammer. I can’t be scared for my family. Especially when it’s not necessary. I can’t be scared. Don’t make me be scared anymore. I’m still scared for Garry. That will take a long time to go away, probably decades. I can’t be scared for my kid. 

I am not ok. I am altered. I imagine I will be finding out all the ways I’ve become jacked up in the weeks and months ahead. Good things can be taken away so fast, and I can’t unknow that. I don’t want to give morbidity or mortality an assist. That probably makes me a helicopter mom, but so be it. I’ve got one kid. He’s my best job. He’s my most important job. 

He is fine. He had fun and he wants to do it again. I do not believe that a good outcome means good decisions were made. I will have to weigh that in the future. I will probably have to decide if I do the hard no, or I don’t watch, or I do watch and take xanax. I have lots of options. I want my kid to live his life, but some things aren’t worth it. However, some risks are worth it. I know that, and I don’t want him living in a bubble. I just want to stop living on the knife’s edge of panic and I don’t know how to move forward. For now, I’m going to over react and throw impressive adult fits, and lose my shit, because honestly that’s more fun than being sad and scared. My husband will be so pleased. 

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