Monday, August 31, 2009

War on Worry

I haven't been a parent for too long but what I learned right away is that being a parent is all about worry. I worry morning, noon, and night now.
  • Is she sleeping enough?
  • Is she eating the right foods?
  • Am I too rough when changing her?
Couple that with the crap you hear in the news and it's enough to make you want to build a bunker somewhere.
  • Will my child be abducted like that Jaycee girl in Lake Tahoe?
  • Will the South Koreans launch a nuclear warhead at the nursery?
  • Will the Taliban capture her and force her to wear a burqa?
Theoretically, I could spend the rest of my life worrying my way from one thing to another as I chase after Baby J trying to put another sweater on her so she isn't too cold. But I guess she would grow to resent my being overprotective and I would miss out on enjoying all the cool things kids do because I'm too busy fretting. So I wage war on worry. It pushes itself into the forefront of my brain and I push it back. I watch 60 Minutes and it gains ground. I blow raspberries on my baby's belly and the worry shrinks back a bit.

Listening To: Innervisions by Stevie Wonder

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