I worry

I worry.

I worry about my teenage daughter who believes that you should do what is right, no matter what the personal cost, and has suffered from the mean girls because of it.

I worry about my son off at college because he still wears his rose colored glasses.

I worry about my other son, who will choose a different path that he realize that the road less traveled sometimes makes all the difference.

I worry about my youngest because the world is a scary place.

I worry about my husband who has the weight of the world on his shoulders right now. And the world just got heavier.

What I have learned is that worry can take to paths. It can lead to dispair and feelings of futility because you cannot do anything for these problems. Or it can lead to realizing that life is not perfect. The down times of our life make us stronger and more resiliant if we choose that path. And while I worry about the big vague things and little mundane ones I realized that these are a part of life. I have been told that I am a strong person. I would not be the strong person that I am if it was not for the the things that I have endured. I would love to have a magic wand to make my loved ones not go through these things but I realize that the best gift I can give them is to show them that life goes on and you will survive and even thrive. But this does not prevent me from worrying still.