Motherhood and Beyond

If you know me, you will know that I HATE spiders and have a passionate fear of them.  I don’t care if they are tiny or enormous.  A spider is a spider.  It has eight legs.  I have two legs.  When I see a spider, I run and jump onto the couch or the nearest thing that is off the floor.  Then I have to yell for Craig to come and kill it.  My cats like to play with them.  So the last couple of weeks, I have noticed and infiltration of brown spiders with black stripes in the house.  Some are dead where a cat tormented it and some are very much alive.  I guess this weekend Craig had had enough of me calling him to come and kill them.  Saturday afternoon I saw the grandaddy of all of them.  If you make your hand into a “c” shape that will be the size of it.  I FREAKED!  I ran and jumped on the bed and called for Craig.  He sat there and told me I had to kill it.  He never saw the size of it.  So after 3 or 4 minutes I got my composure and grabbed a shoe.  It took three hits to kill the sucker.  I was proud but highly disappointed when it died because it shrivelled up.  I could not show him how big it was.  To him, it looked tiny.  I feel as though I am one step closer to overcoming my fear.  Which makes me wonder about the other things that I fear…what am I doing to overcome them?