Wednesday, April 9, 2014
At what point to do I get to stop worrying about the kids? I fear never.
As the mom, I know itís a given that I will worry about everything related to the kids. And that technically the worry and concern will not end. Because I love them and I am concerned, maybe overly concerned. When you have children you are suddenly no longer worried about yourself. Having children is a commitment to selfless responsibility for life.
But sometimes, I am overwhelmed with worry for the kids. I feel like just when I get one thing under control with one kid, another one pops up with another. Itís a continual merry-go-round of worry. Which is the worst kind of merry-go-round ever, no one is merry on that one.
I get Dylan situated with doing homework and remembering to turn in important papers. Because there is really no point in doing the homework if you donít actually turn it in.
And that even if you donít want to, your teacher thinks its important.
Then itís Autumnís turn. She is a perfectionist in a lot of ways and holds herself to a self-imposed standard. She doesnít just want something done, she wants it done perfectly, and done first.
That is not a standard I would ever impose on her or any of my kids. I worry that she will miss out on something great because she is trying to do it perfectly and fast.
Some of the most fun in life is making a mess.
Then thereís Denver, who never ever remembers what he is suppose to be doing. I spend my time worrying if he has shorted out the electricity upstairs (which has happened) or worrying why he ran by me shouting, ďI need silicone and the hot glue gun.Ē At some point he will require an E.R trip.
Weight, I am constantly obsessed with Chandlerís weight. Which like most things I worry about, is pointless. She is built like her dad. He has worn the same size pants since high school. She eats like he does and does not gain weight just like him. I am worried that she will be taking driverís ed in a booster seat. At the rate she is going, she will never meet the weight requirements for anything.
Having children means your heart has left your body and is walking around exposed with your kids. And there isnít a dang thing you can do about it. Because with the blessing of children, comes the curse. The curse that for as long as you are breathing, you are worried for your child. It is however, a small price to pay for a spectacular blessing.
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