I am a slightly overanxious parent. Go ahead, mock me.
Tell me how you let your kid unicycle down a mountain without a helmet and holding a pair of scissors when they were four years old and they were perfectly all right. Whatever.
I worry about my kids. I can’t help it. I always have and I probably always will.
This is what it’s like being inside the mind of a slightly overanxious parent. Maybe I’m not the only one who thinks like this. (Although sometimes I worry that I am.)
1. When your phone rings and you see it’s the number of your child’s school, you’re like, “Oh my God! Do you want me to come to the school and ride in the ambulance, or do you want me to just meet the ambulance at the hospital?” It always turns out to be something like a fine for a lost library book.
2. Everyday items take on a sinister new character. Playground swings are actually swinging pendulums of doom, designed to knock unsuspecting children off their feet and send them flying. Doors are evil traps for innocent little fingers.
3. If one more person says, “Haven’t you heard of the hygiene hypothesis? It’s good for kids to be exposed to germs!” you will take the dog toy your child has just been sucking on and shove it in that person’s mouth.
4. On the rare occasion, when you’ve been out with your partner and no child, you may have been known to grab your partner’s hand tightly to stop him from running into oncoming traffic.
5. Every time you check on your sleeping child, your eyes go to their chest to make sure it’s moving up and down. You suspect you will still be doing this when they are 19.
6. When your child has a stomach ache, your first thought is appendicitis. Your second thought is, "Maybe it's their kidneys. Maybe they need a kidney transplant. Oh my God, I would SO donate one of my kidneys. Or liver. Can I donate part of my liver?" The stomach ache usually turns out to be, "I need to do a big poo."