543 Day Writing Journey

Parental Debilitation. Day 182.

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I’m not quite sure if I’m average in this observation or not, and it doesn’t matter I suppose, but when my kids are down, I’m down.

It’s like I can feel their pain, worry, illness, stress, or whatever ails them. If they’re traveling, I don’t sleep. When they’re sick, I have butterflies until they begin to mend. When they’re nervous, I become nauseated. Their angst completely debilitates me, and I don’t particularly think it’s a typical way to feel.

In an earlier post, I mentioned how I could not survive being a parent before there were cell phones. To not know where my child was, or if he was safe would greatly affect me. When they used to go on field trips before they had phones, all day long I just knew something bad would happen. All day long. I don’t helicopter, I internalize, so it’s all on me.

Maybe it’s a normal parent thing, but I don’t hear about it much. Of course, that doesn’t make it real, but it makes me curious. Don’t we measure normalcy by comparing ourselves to others? The answer is yes. Yes, we do. Will it make me feel better if I learn that more parents are like me in their worrying? I really don’t know.

2 thoughts on “Parental Debilitation. Day 182.”

  1. Dear Teri,
    You are normal in your “maternal” feelings & instincts… We worry about Mia & Mario’s pain and sadness when it affects them, and even now it’s painful to look at the photos, and video clips of little children in Ukraine with those pained & confused looks upon their small innocent faces… 😦
    Uncle Lee

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  2. You are not alone…we were the same and still are (she’s 44 years old) it doesn’t stop. Wait till you have grandbabies…even worse!
    Keep the faith girl.
    Love you,
    ❤auntie sue

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