For some bizarre reason, I thought as my children grew older, there would come a point where I wouldn't worry so much. Some nebulous portal would transport me to a place where I could sit back and watch them be wonderful adults, not a worry on the horizon....
How delusional can a (more or less) sane person be???
As they have grown, I have realized that there is a very apropos cliche: Small children, small problems; big children, oy vey.
Okay, that's not really the cliche, but you know....
And they're good kids!! Imagine if they weren't!?
It doesn't help that I'm a worrier by nature. I worry about all kinds of stupidity, but my kids, I worry about them every day. Not a day passes that I don't worry about something.
I still hope that one day I can let most of it go.
Oh, please, let that day come soon....
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