I loved flying as a kid, and I loved being high in the ski lift. But as soon as I had my young kid on me on the high ski lift all rationality left me completely

I loved flying as a kid, and I loved being high in the ski lift. But as soon as I had my young kid on me on the high ski lift all rationality left me completely. I am not afraid of much, I have sky dived (freaky but sooo fun), rock climbed (scared spitless, but did it) and crazy roller coasters (love the thrill). But as one of my kids was on a crazy coaster I was as afraid as they were. Maybe seeing them being safe and feeling safe themselves, and seeing them in control (as they got older) is what helped we deal with the uncontrollable terror that struck me when they would shake the chair or lean over the edge. My own fears, not a problem, I can face them all day long, fear of my kid getting hurt? Logic over emotions, just gotta face it repeatedly until it goes away? (that's the only thing that's ever helped me truly get over fears.) Edit: This is a trite phrase, but... "the difference between fear and excitement is a smile". It's a little lame, but some people are adrenaline junkies and going to the edge is actually "fun" for them. When I "know" everything is ok, but don't "feel" it, I remember this phrase and try to channel my inner adrenaline-junky. It work often than not, and at least gives me something to do. I have learned to actually enjoy some things this way. Silly, but when you are out of options, sometimes the ridiculous becomes the only option left.