Sometimes I wonder if it’s just me – maybe I’m just the crazy one. There’s no cookie cutter way to parent, nor is there any “right” way and if I knew the most effective way to parent then I would write the book. And be uber rich right now.
But, I don’t have all of the answers. I didn’t write the book. And I’m not uber rich.
All I can do is try to conjure up some ideas that appear to work for me in the process. Yet, I am constantly left wondering if the job I’m doing is good enough while preventing mistakes along the way. I am also trying hard to curb the constant worry that erupts inside me.
My son will be six and I *still* cut up his hotdog into 5,000 little pieces. To this day, he has never eaten a hotdog without it being cut BOTH vertically and horizontally. Maybe all of my years teaching in an elementary school have taken its toll on me, knowing that hotdogs are one of the most common ways that children choke. Not only do I continue to cut hotdogs (and grapes for my daughter), both of my kids have NEVER eaten any kind of hard, round candy – and I don’t think I will let them until they are 18 and out of my house.
Choking, it’s one of my constant worries.
My daughter will be three and I *still* cannot lay poolside with a magazine and watch her from afar. Even though she wears a secure life vest as she swims, I must always be in the pool within an arm’s reach of her. You know, just in case…I watch in awe of other parents (of children who CANNOT swim) that don’t seem to mind the fact that their child (who does NOT wear a life vest) can roll over in the water at any moment and be in major trouble within seconds.
Drowning, it’s one of my constant worries.
My son has a life-threatening nut allergy which takes my worry-ness to a whole level. Did I just make up that word? Worryness – it would be defined with my photo next to it. I take every precaution known to man with this allergy but we do not live in a bubble and there will come a time when my son will have to handle these situations on his own. Even though I never leave home without an Epi-Pen and a bottle of Benadryl, I still have a hard time being relaxed any time we are faced in an environment containing nuts.
Anaphylactic Shock, it’s one of my constant worries.
I could actually make this list go on and on because when I think about it, I am without a doubt a Theta Mom who constantly “worries.”
Yes, I am THAT mom.
In fact, I fear that I am royally screwing up my kids because I may appear to be a bit overprotective, when my “worryness” takes over.
Royally screwing up my kids, it’s one of my constant worries.
Sometimes I wonder if it’s just me, maybe I’m just the crazy one. Perhaps I should just write the book on Protective Parenting – because I certainly have infinite experience on the subject.