Heather at Notes from Lapland has written a powerful post this morning about her fears as her child recovered from an operation.
And Ellie recently wrote about The Fear.
I know exactly how they feel, because my parenting experience has been pervaded by The Fear. I do everything I can to make sure my offspring is safe, but it's the things I can't control which make me afraid.
First of all there's the asthma. If you don't have a child with asthma, or you've never encountered someone with it, you can't understand how serious it can become. I mean properly, life-threateningly serious. We manage it and it's getting better. He's sensible, most of the time. But when he's at school or at a sleepover I can't remind him to use his inhaler if he needs it and that terrifies me. I know he's worried about using it in front of other kids.
Then there's the stranger danger. This never goes away, to be honest. We've done all the right things - taught Run Yell and Tell, a password that only we know, avoid walking too close to the edge of the road, don't accept lifts or agree to go and look at puppies, and so on. But The Fear is always there.
And finally there's the What If element of The Fear, the fear of the unknown. What If they forget to look when they're crossing the road. What If they get into a fight when they're 18 and someone pulls a knife. What if they drink too much or take drugs which mean they never wake up.
I wish I could be one of those parents who doesn't seem to worry. I'm not. All we can do is arm them with the skills they need to cope with the dangers we perceive on their behalf. Maybe voicing our fears - not to them, to each other - is a way of coping with them.