Worrywart

We try so hard not to turn into our parents. We see their flaws. We watch their mistakes. We roll our eyes at what they say and do. We swear we'll never be like them. And then one day, we turn around and we are them. 

My Mom was a Class A Expert Worrier. There wasn't an event or a person that she didn't lose sleep over. When she was in Assisted Living, they'd have field trips and she would decide, in advance, that she shouldn't go because either she couldn't get up into the tiny bus (they had a lift) or the tiny bus would break down and then what would she do? She'd worry that she'd become a burden to me. She'd worry that she shouldn't ask for help because that would bother someone. She once worried that Stephen Colbert would get in trouble for making fun of Donald Trump. 🤦

Well, here I am, 64 years old and, I too, am a Class A Expert Worrier. This week we're supposed to go on a mini getaway. We've planned this for a couple of months. But now I'm worried about being away from the dog because she's had some tummy troubles. I've literally lost sleep over this and already planned how I will send my husband without me. I've become such a worrier that I don't want to go anywhere. I only want to go places where I can control everything. 

Mom would be proud.