I am a worrywart. It just comes naturally to me. It's in my genes (thanks Dad). I'm not proud of this trait, and it's something I struggle with. From the second I found out that I was pregnant, I started worrying about this kid. And now that the precious girl is here in the flesh, there's a plethora of things to worry about it.
I find myself worrying about who her friends are going to be, and who she's going to date and someday, marry. I worry that people will be mean to her in school, that they'll pick on her. And then I start worrying that she might be the one picking on people. And then I worry that boys will break her heart. I worry that she won't be brilliant like her father, and that she might struggle with grades. I worry that she won't feel pretty and that she'll have self esteem issues. See, it's just such a vicious cycle.
BUT THEN, I just have to remind myself that she isn't just mine. She's not mine at all, actually. She's His. I have to remind myself, that though it seems impossible, God loves little Jensie Girl more than I could ever think of loving her. He will take care of her. So I guess really, the only thing I should really be worried about, is making sure that she knows Him. That she knows how much He loves her.
Also, I just completely bawled watching the episode of Parenthood where they send Haddie off to college. I've got to get a grip.