The time(s) I let fear take over my parenting

fear or hope in parenting

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My sons and their neighbour friend zipped around on their bikes, staying on the sidewalk as requested. After a few minutes, this became boring to them and they pleaded with big eyes and smiling promises to be allowed to cross the road and travel the sidewalk on the other side. Trying to be a relaxed mom, I gave permission.
Then, my seven year old veered out into the street. No cars were coming, but my heart rate skyrocketed and I involuntarily screamed at him. Blood pounded in my ears as he pedaled back to me. The neighbour boy looked at me like I’d grown horns, and my son was annoyed that I had destroyed his fun.
What had happened to turn me from relaxed mom into screaming mom?