I am a terrible worrywart. For everything!!! I’ve had people tell me that if I didn’t have something to worry about, I’d be unhappy. I’d like to say that was untrue but you know, it may be.
Mother nature has been really been playing cruel pranks on us this winter….oopsss…I think it’s officially spring now but here is where the pranking is. For the last few weeks, there have been days we can go out with no jacket. It’s been just beautiful Then out of nowhere, we get a good dumping of snow. It stays cold for a few days, things melt and the mud finally dries up, only to get another and another and another.
Yesterday we had a nasty snow storm. My oldest son drives a semi all day in Mpls in this stuff. My youngest doesn’t have far to drive to work but last night of course he had tickets to the opening Twins game. I worried about my oldest ALL DAY and my youngest ALL NIGHT. Of course, everyone is fine and all arrived at their destinations in top notch form. I called my oldest to see where he was after supper and I know, he knew, I was worried and told me he was stuck sitting in the ditch!! Pretty funny isn’t he???
So, how long in this parenting journey do we continue to worry about our children??? My boys are 31 and 28 for crying out loud!!!
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Hey, looks good. Wow do you really want to get me started on worrying about our kids???? I’m horrible as you know… always have to stay ontop and ahead of them to know where they are going and what theya re doing !! Mine range from 2 -17 …. I don’t know if I will make it to the end or will it get easier??? LOL !!! Your page looks good and I will be checking it out often.
Lisa
You’re doing great! The blog is beautiful, keep up the good work!
Hey there Joy,
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. It’s almost as though you are a clone of your Grandma Froom. She was the worst worrywart I’ve ever met. So, Babe, it may be genetic.
Luv you lots,
Jo
I don’t think it ever goes away. I am just 14 years into the parenting gig, but it seems the worry factor increases daily. 🙂
Hi Joy,
Very cool page, probably alittle to computer for me to handle, as you know I’m in the stone age.
Anyways, I can remember when we moved out here in back in 1995, I got a phone call from my dad, he was wondering where the triplets and Jake were when I was mowing, he was worried they were near me and something I ran over would project from under the deck and hit one of them. He would of been 81 years old so I guess we continue to worry all of our lives. Which I think may be good, keeps us on our toes and shows we always love them as we should.
Well, one day about 5 years ago, when my mom was 58, I hung out at her house all day. As the day went along, I just lazily listened to whatever my mom wanted to chat about. In the morning, it started with her worries about my oldest brother’s problems, then the second brother’s, and on until she was talking about my youngest sister’s problems late in the evening. I said, “Mom, do you realize you spent the whole day worrying about each of your [6] kids [then aged about 23-40] except me, from oldest to youngest?” “Yeah, I do that every day.” “Do you worry about me too, every day?” “Yeah. If I didn’t worry about my kids, then I’d have to worry about myself, and that would be bad.” I am sure she still does this. My nanny, also in her late 50’s, checks every day to make sure her grown children have something good to eat and their businesses are doing well – and she bakes cookies for their restaurant most nights. So, I don’t think it is going to ever end. You are a mommy for life!
I don’t think we ever stop worrying. I do wonder though if men worry as much? Why is it that I worry about every little thing my kids do and my husband doesn’t worry about any of it?
BUT if he does suddenly decide to worry about something it’s usually the strangest thing and whatever it is is immediately boycotted from our home.
Weird.
Jen
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