When I was in elementary school, I worried that I wouldn’t be able to get the rocks out of my pink jelly shoes. Remember those jelly shoes? How annoying was that when little rocks would get stuck in holes of the heel? I also worried that I might lose my sparkly matching jelly bracelets, too. I think I had one of those in every color.
By the time I got to high school, I worried that my hair wasn’t perfectly sculpted everyday (yes, about five inches from my forehead using about one gallon of hairspray with each application). I worried about wearing the right clothes, applying the appropriate make-up, and hanging out with the right “clique.”
How silly do those worries seem to me now?
Back then, that was my whole world. But now that I am a mother, my worries are far more real than rocks in my jellies.
As a mother, I worry that my son might choke. We are talking about a life-threatening situation. To this day, I don’t let him eat small hard candies. He will be like 18 before he does and even then, he better not do it in front of me. Hotdogs? Forget it. I get heart palpitations. Those things need to be cut length-wise and I still panic every time he eats one.
As a mother, I worry that my kids could potentially drown in our pool. Do I have issues? Am I over-reacting? Maybe, but even though my son wears his vest and my daughter uses her little float, they still cannot swim on their own. I worry that one false move and we’re in deep water…literally.
As a mother, I worry that my son may go into anaphylactic shock. He has a severe nut allergy, so I must read every label on every package of every piece of food he consumes. And Theta Moms, if you remember from a previous post, I am the queen of cutting and dumping, so you better believe that I need to read the fine print on every single package without fail or else it’s Epi-Pen city and I am dialing 9-1-1.
As a mother, I worry as my children grow older that I did a good enough job, raising honest and caring human beings, making the world a better place than the way they entered it. I hope that one day they may get into the college of their choice, that they find the love of their life, and are able to create a family of their own.
As a mother, I worry and hope that they fulfill all of their wildest dreams….every single one. I worry and hope that when they leave this earth, they lived a full and blessed life.
As a mother, I worry about so many things…more than I could ever possibly express here in this little blog of mine.
Rocks in my jellies, well, they don’t quite make the list anymore.