I worry about everything. I’ve suffered from this condition since my oldest child was born. When my babies were small, I used to worry about snakes getting in their cribs. That was a worry that seemed a little far fetched until the recent news story about the dad who found a snake in his son’s crib. Eeekkk!!
Most of the worries have grown as my children have grown. I’m not sure if I’d rather have those small baby worries or the adult child worries. Maybe I’d just rather stop worrying so much all together. Yeah, I think it’s the last one. I would LOVE not to worry so much.
My son is the only child left at home. My oldest and middle children, both girls, are sharing an apartment while attending college. My youngest daughter has also joined the National Guard. She’s in basic training as I write this. (There’s another worry for me.)
I also worry about what people think of me. Sometimes, I’m terrified of offending. So, it should be no big surprise that the thought of starting of this blog terrified me. Here’s another thing for me to worry about! I know there are so many people you could offend by writing about such a sensitive subject.
Yesterday, I worried about how sad everything I had written so far was. Then I came home to a comment that confirmed what I had been thinking. I began thinking, “why would anyone want to drag themselves to read something that is always so depressing.” I realized I’ve been using this blog as my dumping ground. I’m going to make a point of trying to dump a few happier things here.
My first “semi-happy” thing is that we received a letter from my mother-in-law. She apologized for things that happened (the first apology we’ve received). She says she “will do anything we want” to make things better. She wants us to let them back into our lives. We actually received the letter a couple of months ago, but we’ve put off answering. We needed time to think, and we didn’t want anything to upset our daughters upcoming visit. It’s very hard to trust people after what we’ve all been through. Since it is my husbands mother, he will be the one to respond. So, we will see (and I’ll worry about it the whole time).