Help, I worry too much! - Page 2
And now six years later, I find myself still feeling utterly helpless at times. Sure, I'm more confident when it comes to the care and feeding of my children. I can deal with tantrums and tattling. What I cannot deal with is the feeling of helplessness when my sons are sick or hurting or scared. I don't have answers. I don't have solutions. I don't have justifications.
I have an overwhelming burning ache to make it all better. I want to kiss away the bad and wave in the good. I want to wield super hero powers to snap away their distress. And sometimes I want to crumble and hide for, it's a heavy cloak, this mantle of strength we mothers put on everyday.
I worry too much. About what my boys eat, whom they play with, are they bullies, are they bullying, do they have friends, are they teased, is the play ground safe, will they trip on their shoe laces, is a bee going to sting them, is the booster seat buckled properly, will they shoot their eye out, can they wipe their bottoms properly, are they challenged, are they left behind, did they eat the lunch I packed, and so on and so on, the list grows like a Chia pet on a Miracle Grow diet. By now you must find me a worry wart bore. Truth is, I am a nut job. I figure it's part of my job description.
For now, while I worry about the things I cannot control, I focus on the things that I can. There's an old adage about that, right? I do feel helpless much of the time; but seeing my sons grow into the fine boys they are becoming right under my nose, makes me feel nothing but hopeful.
An original Deep South Moms post.