Does a Mother Ever Stop Worrying About Her Children?
“A mother is always a mother. She never stops worrying about her children, even when they are all grown up and have children of their own.” ~ The author had to be a mother
Worrying Senseless
I do not know what kind of mother I am. All I know is that my children are my world. If my children are sad, I’m sad. When they are happy, I’m happy. If they are ill, I hurt. I worry if they get sick; I worry if I don’t hear from them for over two days. Whatever it may be, they and their feelings are a part of me. It’s not that I want it to be that way. It just is. Maybe it’s because I have experienced the loss of my son. I don’t know, or maybe it’s just part of nature. Even though I know a few parents who could not care less. But not me. I want them to be happy, safe, and well always, and I’m sure I’m not the only one.
Overprotective Moms
As a grieving Mom, I have emotions that seem a little over the top. Maybe I’m a little overprotective even though my children are adults. But when you’ve experienced the loss of one of your children, anything related to your surviving children will trigger the worry button. Not that I’m a worrier. I believe that when you have a problem if you can’t fix it, you should not worry about it. And if you cannot fix it, there’s no sense in worrying about it either. But, with my children, it’s different. And that’s okay. Even though they might say I worry too much, they will understand once they become parents.
A Wise Woman Once Told Me
I will never forget something my mother-in-law once told me when I was pregnant with my first child. She said, “Once you have a child, you will never have a peaceful night’s sleep again.” I didn’t understand what she meant. What is she talking about? I sleep so well that I could sleep through a thunderstorm. Well, that was many years ago before I ever became a Mom. She was right. I don’t regret any of the sleepless nights I had. Because the most wonderful thing that happened to me in this life was becoming a Mom and I’m thankful for that.
What Kind of Mother Am I?
I don’t know what kind of Mom I was or am. But I know my children are my world and I wouldn’t trade those moments — worries and all — for anything in this world.
Now tell me, what kind of mother did you have or are you?
Originally published at https://debbiesreflection.com on December 14, 2018.
