OK, so I will admit it. I have inherited some serious paranoia... and you know what? Suddenly my mother is no longer over protective- and I feel so much love retroactively. I worry, but it's not because I don't trust, or I want to annoy. It's because my child is the most precious thing in the world to me and I know I would go absolutely crazy if I were to ever lose him...
I am reminded of Finding Nemo-
Marlin: "I promised I'd never let anything happen to him."
Dory: Hmmm, that's a funny thing to promise.
Marlin: What?
Dory: Well, you can't never let anything happen to him. Then nothing would ever happen to him.
Where does all this anxiety stem from this morning? Hudson's preschool class is going swimming this morning. He doesn't know how to swim, and he's convinced that he does, and having once nearly drowned, I find myself a little worried... Other worries this morning include: The school bus driving in the snow, I forgot to put Hudson's toque on this morning and I don' want his head to get cold after swimming... I am worried about slipping on the slippery streets and about catching the swine flu...
Jason is right, I am a little bit of a basket case... so?
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3 comments:
At exactly 11:00 AM when they were supposed to be finished swimming, I figured no one called, so he must be ok... I mean, they would have called right? LOL- See, the day is passed and he's ok, so I don't need to panic as much next time.
I am right there with you:D
I feel you. I took a group of 6 kids to Anchorage for 4 days, and 7 seniors to Seattle for 12 days, and I had nightmares the whole time. What if the plane won't let us on? What is the hotel has a fire? What if we can't find someone at the zoo? Is there enough gas in the car? Mayb I should go down and check to be sure for tomorrow. Did one of the kids just leave their room? Where are they going? Are there killers on this floor? How am I going to explain to their parents these welts from Paintball?
Yup, I feel your pain, and I was only a parent for two weeks.
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